Wetlands 4. Franklin the Flamingo

Once upon a time there was a pond just a stone’s throw from the Mediterranean. Lots of birds came to sit and stand and eat in this pond. Some were permanent residents, while others had tourist visas for passing through on their way north and south. Mallards, coots, stilts, storks, grey herons, egrets, and others stood and swam and ate things they found in the water while swallows flew overhead screeching and eating bugs.

But the king of the pond was the flamingo. He cleaned, preened, ate, and coexisted with the others, but he was the undisputed soverign, and his name was Franklin.

Franklin could tolerate many of the smaller birds in his space. He got along famously with the ducks, although his sidekick was the stilt.

Franklin liked to dance and could sometimes be seen doing ballet exercises and yoga.

He was a sporting kind of guy and would often played a game with his little pal the stilt to see who could stand longer on one leg.

He could also tolerate some of the bigger birds, as long as they didn’t number too many. But one day when three Little Egrets flew in, he got upset. Little Egrets aren’t as little as all that and anyway three already made a congregation and that was intolerable.

So Franklin began to huff and puff and fluff up his feathers, getting ready for battle. Once he finished with the huffing and fluffing, he rushed across the pond to confront the interlopers.

At first the egrets weren’t particularly impressed with this show of force. But eventually one of them decided there were better, more peaceful ponds to be found, and he took off.

During the fracas, one white stork managed to sneak into the pond, but Franklin didn’t notice. The stork hung around, hiding at the other end of the pond while some of the swallows rested and watched from the nearby trees.

Franklin, having made his point, was satisfied and strode on back to his favorite part of the pond, put all his feathers back into place, and peace (and Franklin) reigned once again.