The Snellville Days Parade was phenomenal. The birds stayed right on their perches just like they were trained. Our float might not have won an official prize but it was HANDS DOWN the most photographed float in the parade!
On Sunday, Mother's Day, we walked around the festival with Cash. He made lots of new friends, stepped up and was photographed many times.
Watch for Parrot Productions at the Snellville Farmers Market between 10 and noon. I cannot have a booth but I walk around with at least one parrot, passing out cards and letting birds stand on children.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Update
The show at Grace Fellowship Church Volunteer night was SPECTACULAR. On Wednesday, 04/27/2011, all the birds stepped up hundreds of times and had their pictures made over and over. The show lasted about 3 hours and the birds were very tired the next day but happy for the wear.
The limited show at the Dementia Unit at Great Oaks Retirement Community in Monroe April 29, 2011, was an exercise in patience. We were quiet and serene while we visited on a much smaller scale. This show went well with a smaller group of sweet people. They were interested and most were alert although some napped. This is a lesson for all in the way we age, how life slips peacefully by or blows blustering before we know it is even there. The thin skinned, gnarled fingers that reached out to touch Max's wing had touched a lifetime of hands and hearts. They touched my heart as they touched the satin that is Max's wing. I was told many times they had never touched anything so beautiful as my bird. And I think I have never seen anything as beautiful as those gnarled fingers against those feathers.
The limited show at the Dementia Unit at Great Oaks Retirement Community in Monroe April 29, 2011, was an exercise in patience. We were quiet and serene while we visited on a much smaller scale. This show went well with a smaller group of sweet people. They were interested and most were alert although some napped. This is a lesson for all in the way we age, how life slips peacefully by or blows blustering before we know it is even there. The thin skinned, gnarled fingers that reached out to touch Max's wing had touched a lifetime of hands and hearts. They touched my heart as they touched the satin that is Max's wing. I was told many times they had never touched anything so beautiful as my bird. And I think I have never seen anything as beautiful as those gnarled fingers against those feathers.
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