Sunday, January 05, 2020

Winter bossa novas....


Around 3:30 p.m. each day, the two would make their way from a backroom, where birds perch on makeshift trees and in cages, to the front of the store, where the cash register sits... their talons clicked against the tiles... Everyone knew what was about to happen for the next 20-or-so minutes.
--Washington Post

Music for parrots to spoon by ...

 



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