Carl Zaid wasnt sure how to tell his wife their house had just burned to the ground, so he did it with the help of a flamingo.
Her name was Miss Pink, and she was perched in her usual spot in the front yard the night the family fled as flames approached from the canyon behind them. And she was there the next day, singed but still standing, when Zaid and his two daughters came back to find their house a heap of concrete, rubble and countless screws. Christmas lights straddled the mailbox. Zaid called his wife. He broke the news.
Finding out their insurance wont come near to covering the cost of rebuilding has begun to feel like an equally devastating blow.