Saturday at Anthrohio we got lunch at the con suite. It was the closest, easiest place to get something before the Fursuit Parade at noon. And they did bring out some food ahead of the appointed noon lunchtime, though it seemed like they didn't realize everybody would be busy at noon, either being in the parade or taking pictures of the parade. We ate, though it was slim vegetarian pickings. I had a lot of cookies and Boring Salad.
The Fursuit Parade was to be a wholly indoor thing. Anthrohio broke years of Morphicon tradition by having a Saturday that was a little drizzly, threatening forever to break out into serious rain. So the parade route had to be shortened, and they couldn't use a brief sojurn out the door to lengthen the route. I think it was as short as walking from the Main Events ballroom, the stage where everything goes on, down the hallway and out the door, to the patio where the rescue bunnies were temporarily off display.
The parade was shorter than at Motor City Fur[ry] Con, but of course since this is still a smaller convention than that. I think the official total came in at over a hundred fursuiters, though, and I also think bunny_hugger was able to get one of the ear tags for her tracking collection. In the maneuvering for good spots with not-awful lighting I ended up standing behind a potted tree, but that's all right. My camera had an unobstructed view, and so did I as long as I peered out between branches, as if I were creeping on the parade. The important thing is it kept me out of anyone's way --- I was squeezed between tree and wall --- and kept other people out of my way. I just looked ridiculous to any observer is all and I can take that, since bunny_hugger had no way of seeing me and is only learning of this right this minute.
Because of the threat of rain --- I think it was just faintly drizzling too --- the Fursuit Group Photograph was held underneath the patio, for the first time. So bunny_hugger was even more impossible to find in the picture than usual. I was able to, though.
And there was one fursuiter that got everybody's attention. A woman had made a crane ``fursuit'' that's the sort of larger-than-life walking-puppet attraction you see in, eg, stage productions of The Lion King. I did overhear her explaining it was not just a costume but a good bit of support. Between the pole used to maneuver the bird's head and the rods used for the legs and all it helped her get around much more easily than she could unaided. It'd be a remarkable suit if it were just for advancing the art of fursuit-making. That it's practical too is the more wonderful. I did tell her that her bird was amazing, but then, so did everybody else.
There was a little time between the end of this and bunny_hugger's first scheduled panel. She took the time to change back to normal wear, and we got back down in time to see the rabbit rescue people set up on the patio again. They had a couple new rabbits, as they would throughout the day. One of those they had now was a female Flemish giant, the same breed as our rabbit. But our rabbit is a small Flemish giant. (It's why we have him; he was too small to show, and so was sent to a rabbit rescue society.) She was about fourteen pounds, two more than our pet rabbit at his best and four pounds more than he is right now.
And at that, she was small. She hadn't been fed properly, for a long while, and she looked scrawny. She looked more like a hare, the kind in the wild that needs to be sleek and fast. When properly fed --- and she'd already been adopted; she was just on show because something or other hadn't been finalized --- she would be enormous.
And she was sniffing around and even hopping atop a cardboard box, just the way ours did before his arthritis cheated him of leaping. It was so sweet to see.
Trivia: Between January and June 1944 about nine million tons of supplies and 800,000 troops were shipped from the United States to England, readying for D-Day. About four and a half million soldiers waited at United States bases. Source: Why The Allies Won, Richard Overy.
Currently Reading: The Honourable Company: A History of the English East India Company, John Keay.