Decades ago I knew a young child that loved dinosaurs, but he could never pronounce the word “dinosaur” — it always came out as “dang-dang”. His favorite was the Pterodactyl and the first time he ever saw a pelican, we were entertained by the delighted shouts of a little boy pointing and saying “flying dang-dang” over and over. And it stuck, at least with me.
So here you go… Brown pelicans, err, flying dang-dangs. In Maryland. In mid-January.