While you stared at a 2% Nasdaq day, a coalition of legislators, scientists and Florida literati spent real, taxpayer-funded hours trying to replace the state bird with a flamingo. A pure palate-cleanser — and a quiet lesson in perspective.

I am including this one purely as a public service, so let me set the scene. In Tallahassee, a coalition of legislators, scientists and Florida literati — including the Pulitzer-winning humorist Dave Barry — mounted a serious campaign to unseat the Northern mockingbird, which has held the title of state bird for ninety-nine years, in favor of the American flamingo.
The flamingo, you should know, is staging a genuine comeback. Hurricanes blew flocks in from the Yucatán, and the pink birds have been quietly re-colonizing the state ever since. The bill passed the Florida House by a thumping 112-1, and the chamber greeted the lone “nay” with loud, bipartisan boos. Then it sailed into the Senate and died there, as bills about birds tend to do.
Naturally, there was opposition, and naturally it had a lobby. Leading the resistance — call it “Big Mockingbird” — was Marion Hammer, the former president of the National Rifle Association, a woman who has called scrub jays “evil little birds that steal other birds’ eggs.” I want to be clear that I am not editorializing. That is a direct quote, entered into the public debate of a state legislature, in the year 2026.
And then came the compromise. Because every committee, on every subject, eventually reaches the same solution, one legislator’s grand idea for breaking the deadlock was to simply add a third bird. A representative offered to throw in the pelican as a co-official state bird, which is roughly how Washington funds the government and how your HOA decides on a fence color. When in doubt, add a line item.
I promised a tie to your money, and there is exactly one, so I will be brief. Flamingo feathers once sold for more per ounce than gold — which means the avian asset class has, historically, beaten the metal sitting in your inflation hedge. And the legislature’s instinct to “add a third bird’’ is, whether they meant it or not, the purest case for diversification I have seen all week. You do not bet the rollover on the mockingbird. You hold the mockingbird, the flamingo and the pelican, sized so that no single squawking position can ruin your year.
That is the whole sermon. Diversification reaches even the avian asset class. Now go back to your statement with slightly steadier hands, knowing that on the very same day the Nasdaq wobbled, a grown adult in a suit stood on a chamber floor to defend a mockingbird’s honor.
Nothing, and that is the point. There is no position to take here, no ticker to chase, no headline that demands you do anything before Monday. The book is built on dividends and cash flow precisely so that the noise of any single day — a 2% Nasdaq dip, a flamingo bill, a sauerkraut diet — never forces a decision. When the loudest fight in an entire statehouse is which bird gets the title, that is a reminder that most of what feels urgent is not. We rebalance on the calendar and the cash flow, not on the squawk of the day.
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