Usually, even when feeding, the flamingos are full of honks and squawks and strange little coughing moans, but every now and then, for a minute or two, they fall silent, and the only sound is the rippling of water as they run their beaks over the silken surface.
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2 comments:
Lovely!
If only I could imbibe the serenity.
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