After eleven years living, dancing, teaching tango, and writing in Buenos Aires, I came home to L.A. in 2014, where I'm reconstructing my life.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Feria de los Pajaros

Not in the best part of town and not a place to linger as interesting as it is, the Bird Fair takes place on Sunday mornings in Pompeya. There you can find all kinds of birds and bird cages for sale, including finches, canaries, parakeets, parrots, love birds, quail, chickens, ducks, I even saw owls and what looked to me like sparrows. There are also lots of fish and aquarium supplies, as well as plants for the garden. There are many vendors of various birdseed and blends, as well as bird and fish health products.

Sometimes there are folks out front selling puppies, reptiles and amphibians.

The truth is that some of these animals are contraband. But the regular merchants who have permanent stalls inside the market are reputable. Still, the area has a bad reputation for pickpockets and petty theft, so as fun as it is to browse all of the animals and the adjoining food stalls, it's best to get in and out quickly.

We bought little Coquito two weeks ago, and we returned yesterday to look for some cage accessories and toys for him, as I had scoured all of the pet stores in town to no avail. Unfortunately I learned that bird toys are all imported and now they are too expensive, so there were none to be had. We did score a bird bathtub, though, and yesterday Coquito enjoyed his first bath. (I've since tagged a tanguera friend who is coming here soon to bring me some.)

There is always a Virgin at a fair!

Feria de los Pájaros

Sáenz y Perito Moreno
Sunday mornings before 2:00 p.m.


P.S. Making friends with Bart Simpson


Anonymous said...

He's sooo cute!

Katie said...

Coquito is a real cutie! How tame is he? Will he sit on your finger?

tangocherie said...

Oh yes, he is SO cute!

He's only a baby and seems quite tame. He sits on our fingers quite happily, but is afraid of all the fresh fruits and veggies I try to introduce him to.

It was love at first sight, however, when I put the Homer Simpson keychain in his cage. He must identify somehow. Way more than is possible with a blueberry or a leaf of lettuce.