When it comes to birds, cages, toys, food, supplements, treats, more toys, foraging ideas, more food, books on birds, and more toys, I am a shopaholic. So, of course, the best course of action for me it to run The San Diego County Bird Mart and Finch Show for a couple of clubs in the area. This is like hiring an alcoholic to be a bartender. Like hiring a diabetic to give out free cookies. Or like asking a kid to not poke fingers in the chocolate cake icing. Not the best plan ever.
I got this treasured position because someone I love in my bird club had serious issues arise and she needed to give the bird mart over to someone else. I have put on bird marts before so it seemed like a good idea for me to step in. At the time, it seemed like a good idea.
Just to give you a clue, at the last North County Aviculturists’ club meeting, I brought a cage of zebra finches to sell. By the end of the night, I had sold all the finches for cash money. I bought parakeets, button quail, and a Fife canary. Net profit, Zero. Every time I make money from birds, I turn around and buy more birds. Or toys or food or cages, etc.
There’s a pretty big event called Everybody’s Bird Mart in nearby Pomona. I used to go four times a year and wish it was put on every month. One time my husband and I had a friend with us when we went there in our Toyota Matrix. While shopping, I found the exact cage I wanted more than anything else in the whole place. Of course, the seller didn’t have it in the box any longer. We took the one on display and rolled it maybe 200 yards to the parking lot.
Where we discovered it would not fit in the Toyota Matrix. Even if our friend hadn’t been with us, it still wouldn’t fit. My darling husband had to search the car for whatever tools we had (a wrench and a screwdriver), take the cage apart, and not lose a single screw or bolt. Then when we got home, he had to put it back together.
It’s no surprise that he only attends bird marts under protest and in extreme situations these days. I’ve been known to resort to tears to convince him I need him there. No wonder I love him. I’m so lucky that he really does love our parrots and finches and canaries. He actually is the reason we have canaries because he loves their songs.
NCA has put on bird marts in the past. When I joined, the club had one every year. It didn’t take long before I got involved. I actually didn’t get to volunteer, I got to take it over. The bird mart this year is special because we are combining with the Finch Society of San Diego Finch County. They are holding a bird show at the same time in the same place and helping to spread the word about the event.
The biggest problem with bird marts, after the fact that I spend any money I might get from selling birds, is that almost no one wants to volunteer to help. I don’t understand it. I love helping and I adore running the show. But that’s just me. And that’s why I can guarantee the day after the mart, I’ll be sitting in a chair with my feet up, an ice pack on my head, vowing “Never Again.”
Thanks for reading, I’ll be back next Sunday.