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Warning: Sad but important topic. One curse word (not bad) but I felt it too important not to post.
Struggling to go legal in the underworld of finch smuggling.
Last winter, Ray Harinarain, a heating and air-conditioning contractor living in Brooklyn, flew home to Guyana with several thousand dollars in cash. Escorted by armed guards, he drove from village to village, examining wild finches like some veterinary talent scout. The birds had been captured in nearby forests using glue strips or nets. Some were visibly frightened by life in captivity. A few had begun the halting process of habituation, waiting on their perches instead of bashing against the bars. And the “baddest” birds—which in Guyanese patois means the best birds—were just about ready to burst into song.
The chestnut-bellied seed finch, known in Guyana as the towa-towa, is at the center of a lucrative underground trade that culminates in Queens, New York, where immigrant Guyanese men engage the birds in elaborate, secretive competitions. Male finches sing to attract mates and intimidate their rivals; owners and spectators bet on them, awarding victory to the bird that sings most vigorously. The competitions, or “races,” resemble a kind of bloodless cockfighting—at once a display of human and avian masculinity. And yet the song, clean and delicate, is archetypically sweet, like something you might hear on a recorded meditation.
The tradition known as “birdsport” has given rise to a lucrative underworld business, with champion finches selling for as much as nine thousand dollars. Customs agents at New York airports have come across finches drugged with rum and tucked inside hair curlers; sometimes the tiny birds wake in transit and begin singing. One man was caught with finches in his pants. Another hid finches in a package of Guyanese sugar cakes. Alarmed by the threat of avian disease, as well as the links between finch trafficking and other forms of crime, federal authorities have clamped down on the trade, jailing smugglers and investigating the networks that support them. This is what led Harinarain, around six years ago, to try to take the business legal, first by breeding the birds—which was too difficult, he says—and then by setting up as a legitimate importer. But that has proved even harder.
By law, all wild birds entering the country must be quarantined for thirty days in case they are carrying diseases. This is to prevent outbreaks such as the bird flu of 2015—and has become more urgent in light of the coronavirus pandemic, which is widely thought to have originated from viruses in wild animals. Yet finches, like most people, do not enjoy life in quarantine. This is an abiding belief among the finch men of New York whose spending propels the black market. A few years ago, after getting busted at JFK airport with thirty-one birds in toilet rolls, one smuggler wrote in an affidavit that finches “are not the same” after going through quarantine. “So in order to get good birds you have to avoid quarantine,” he wrote. “The birds just do not sing well.”
Continued below.
Bad Birds in Quarantine
Struggling to go legal in the underworld of finch smuggling.
Last winter, Ray Harinarain, a heating and air-conditioning contractor living in Brooklyn, flew home to Guyana with several thousand dollars in cash. Escorted by armed guards, he drove from village to village, examining wild finches like some veterinary talent scout. The birds had been captured in nearby forests using glue strips or nets. Some were visibly frightened by life in captivity. A few had begun the halting process of habituation, waiting on their perches instead of bashing against the bars. And the “baddest” birds—which in Guyanese patois means the best birds—were just about ready to burst into song.
The chestnut-bellied seed finch, known in Guyana as the towa-towa, is at the center of a lucrative underground trade that culminates in Queens, New York, where immigrant Guyanese men engage the birds in elaborate, secretive competitions. Male finches sing to attract mates and intimidate their rivals; owners and spectators bet on them, awarding victory to the bird that sings most vigorously. The competitions, or “races,” resemble a kind of bloodless cockfighting—at once a display of human and avian masculinity. And yet the song, clean and delicate, is archetypically sweet, like something you might hear on a recorded meditation.
The tradition known as “birdsport” has given rise to a lucrative underworld business, with champion finches selling for as much as nine thousand dollars. Customs agents at New York airports have come across finches drugged with rum and tucked inside hair curlers; sometimes the tiny birds wake in transit and begin singing. One man was caught with finches in his pants. Another hid finches in a package of Guyanese sugar cakes. Alarmed by the threat of avian disease, as well as the links between finch trafficking and other forms of crime, federal authorities have clamped down on the trade, jailing smugglers and investigating the networks that support them. This is what led Harinarain, around six years ago, to try to take the business legal, first by breeding the birds—which was too difficult, he says—and then by setting up as a legitimate importer. But that has proved even harder.
By law, all wild birds entering the country must be quarantined for thirty days in case they are carrying diseases. This is to prevent outbreaks such as the bird flu of 2015—and has become more urgent in light of the coronavirus pandemic, which is widely thought to have originated from viruses in wild animals. Yet finches, like most people, do not enjoy life in quarantine. This is an abiding belief among the finch men of New York whose spending propels the black market. A few years ago, after getting busted at JFK airport with thirty-one birds in toilet rolls, one smuggler wrote in an affidavit that finches “are not the same” after going through quarantine. “So in order to get good birds you have to avoid quarantine,” he wrote. “The birds just do not sing well.”
Continued below.
Bad Birds in Quarantine
