A rambling mist softly floats across the cold lagoon, creating a silvery veneer as a flamingo steps by.

Strutting up, the smaller flamingo turned bumping and waving her wing in a display of warning.

A noisy squabble erupts alongside the shallow embankment as the small group of flamingos search for food.

A juvenile flamingo confidently strides toward a duo of adult flamingos, likely its parents, emitting loud honks.

A flamingo gracefully traverses the lagoon with a pit-pat sound, about to take off.

A flamingo runs forward with a pitter-patter across the lagoon to take-off.

In the hubris of a soft morning pink mist, a rippled surface reflects a pair of flamingoes moving in opposing directions.

In the midst of a bustling congregation of avian beings, a single flamingo stood apart, its plumage a striking blend of crimson, red, and pink.

In a perfect line, each on his own wing, the flamingos come to land on a misty stretch of lagoon.

Gently stretching its wing and leg back just above water, a flamingo slowly awakens to a twirling pink mist.