This reminds me of an old family story. My grandpa used to have an uncle who had flamingo's. Imagine walking through a Dutch village somewhere in the 60's and seeing a bunch of flamingo's standing in some muddy ditch. I have have no clue how he they ended up there, but it apparently wasn't the first time he ended up with some tropical animal. My grandpa had to take care of them for a while, but didn't really know what to feed them. He also had some parrots and would buy food for them from the miller. Considering these were also birds, just larger, he went to the miller and asked for food for flamingo's. The miller did not know what flamingo's were. He therefore explained that they were large pink birds. The miller was not convinced, thinking he was pulling his leg and sent him away with a few bags of chicken feed.