Leslie, on her 50th birthday, was "flocked". The flock are seen here surrounding her. They visited all day long, having arrived in the early dark of the night before and leaving about the same time the next night. She tickled pink about it. She lives in California and knew nothing about this local custom.
The local high school's music department has for some time had this fund raiser. They own an unknown number of pink plastic flamingos and will plant them in front yards on request. The price is fairly modest, in some cases the arrangement is that someone orders a home "flocked" and the flocked person has to pay to have them removed. My younger daughter and I made the arrangements. Leslie had never heard of the local custom, we had occasionally passed homes that had been flocked and smiled.
Of course they caused smiles and chats among the people who live in the apartment complex. One woman who was unfamiliar with the flocking idea wondered if I were selling them. It was fun for all of us.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!