When Tyler and I lived in Philly a neighbor down the street had a bright pink statue in their front yard which was part woman part flamingo. We called her Flamingo Lady and obviously became obsessed with her. Every time we drove by, we looked for her and pointed her out. Whenever friends visited, we'd say "Oh, have you seen Flamingo Lady? You have to see Flamingo Lady," and we would drive by very slowly so they could admire her. In all the years we lived there, we never once saw Flamingo Lady's patron. One day, we drove by and saw that she had clearly been hit by a car. She was crooked and one of her freakish arms had broken off. Then the next week she'd been fixed, but still we knew then that even Flamingo Lady was not invincible. Neither of us live in that apartment anymore, but every now and then Tyler will text me an important Flamingo Lady update, letting me know she is, for now, still looming over the neighborhood in all her garish cryptid glory.
Here she is in various seasons:
This was the first picture/video I took with my current phone: