Typically when you see a captive colony of flamingos, most of them are standing around on one leg, pruning themselves or stretching their long, pink neck into the water in search of food. However, during my visit to the Basil Zoo, I watched an intruding male try to attract a female. Immediately, the bonding mate intervened and a fight broke out. Soon it became a free-for-all of pecking, intertwining necks and flapping wings. When it was all over, however, the aggressor won his gal. I love a happy, romantic ending.