Pink and Happy News

I tend not to read the news in depth these days - it’s an activity full of moil and toil, what with the state of the world and the people in it, so I find the best I can do is give it a cursory glance, if that even. I really can’t be doing with all the drama and gloom. All it does is encourage worries and anxieties, and where’s the value in that? However, I do keep an eye open for happy stories and occasionally one sneaks past the doom mongers. Like this one:

Meet Gertrude. She lives in a wildlife park in Norfolk and, at the grand age of 70 (!!) has just laid her first egg! How about that? Apparently, flamingoes generally live for around 40 years so at 70 she is already admirable in my books, but 70 years old and laying her first egg?? Well, she has become my new best inspirational icon.

Lovely Gertrude - living proof that you are never too old to do anything and even us old birds have the potential to surprise!

Comments

Anonymous said…

Brava, Gertrude! You show them! Good news indeed.
KJ

23 May 2024 at 22:50

Denise said…

Best news of the day, nay, week, KJ!

24 May 2024 at 13:18

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Oh, My Days!

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