The Flamingo

it had to be a bad thing, right? For as long as I remembered, whenever something bad would happen, a raven would show up pecking at the window at the front of my house.
The first time it happened, after two days of appearing, on the third, my parents got into a car accident and the driver of the car in front of them died brutally, splattered by a flipped car that smashed into its windshield.
The second time it happened, on the third day, my grandfather found out he had terminal stage pancreatic cancer and he ended up dying two weeks from then.
The third time it happened, my friend got hit by a car while he was on his bike, becoming paralyzed from the waist down after there was spinal cord damage.
You could imagine my surprise when two days ago, a flamingo showed up pecking at my window instead.