The location of Flamingo Lake is behind the lion exhibit, just a walk along the shore of Waterfowl Lake, and then a bit further on.
As soon as he arrived, Lin Hao's eyes widened, staring dumbstruck at the lake, exclaiming, "Wow, so many flamingos!"
At a glance, dozens or even hundreds of flamingos were cackling away, as if a thousand frogs were giving a grand chorus, the spectacle both grand and lively.
The colors of their feathers varied, some were white tinged with pink, like ripe peaches, while others were pure white.
Some flamingos had brightly colored wings, a cinnabar-like crimson, glossy and shiny. From a distance, they looked like burning flames. Especially when running, they resembled red banners fluttering in the wind, very eye-catching.
It wasn't just the color; their shapes were also quite peculiar.
Slim figures, long straight necks, slender legs, and beaks shaped like sickles, curving downwards.
