This evening the Nugget discovered the garbage can full of flamingos in the back yard, and she seemed to know exactly what we're supposed to do with them. One already had legs, and she planted that one herself. After that, she selected a body, her mommy added the legs, and then Nugget carried them to me at the end of the yard, where several pairs are now nestled among the Japanese knotweed.
A pair of flamingos in the yard is tacky. Thirty of them in tall weeds is pure camp.