Bye Bye Birdie

As I step into the front yard to examine the 8 feet of new pathway I laid down last night, I notice something wrong. A number of the freshly poured concrete paving stones have been damaged.


What the heck? Looking closer, it seems as if the spacing closely matches that of a human stride so I rule out an animal such as a dog. Was I sleep walking last night? Nah, couldn't be.

I step back and look for more clues. Clearly, an intruder walked along the pathway so I inspect the area thoroughly. As I pass the flamingos, I notice two pairs of legs without their corresponding flamingos.



A meter or so further, I find more proof – a shoe print smaller than my own in a heap of compost.

You can see my footprint on the left that I used as a size reference, while the vandal's footprint on the right. Considering I'm the only person who's been in the yard since this particular mound of compost was shoveled in, it logically follows that the flamingo thief is the culprit who destroyed the pathway. Seems they decided the pathway was an easy way to navigate the yard. In through the front gate and out through the back.

I have an urge to make a sign for the yard.


"Days without a flamingo fatality on the job site: Zero."

Down to six in the flock. If this keeps up, soon there will be none.