In the pink
AT Coton Manor in Northamptonshire, a tall box is being carefully opened. Inside is an unusual cargo—four young pairs of greater flamingos to continue Coton’s tradition.
Their ruffled plumes are shades of a frost-kissed magnolia’s petals. These are juvenile birds, so they aren’t fully in the pink yet, but they reveal their deep-rose underwings as a promise of what is to come as they flap, thrillingly, across to the trio of elderly birds sporting
