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Blog: My Bird’s Relocation Journey – The Flying Day

This post is a bit different from the other instruction articles. It is my personal experience of shipping my bird for international relocation. It's written in a short story format to give you a feel for it.

The Build-Up: After Much Logistical Drama

After months of research, three grueling weeks of back-and-forth with the pet relocation brokers, and much money being handed over, we finally made it to the flying day.
Since my bird was shipping as cargo, I had to hire two brokers— one for the export side, and one for the import side. The import broker on the American side acted like time zones were an unsolvable puzzle and just did her own thing, completely ignoring the fact that my export guy also needed to sleep at some point.
A drawing signifying frustration with pet relocation agencies and pet brokers during the pet transport process.
Despite paying thousands of dollars hiring two brokers, I ended up relaying messages between the two of them. Throw in some typos and misunderstandings, and suddenly a simple conversation turned into a week long email chain. You get my point — I was just as ready as the bird to get this over with.

11:30 p.m. The Red-Eye Flight for Everyone

Photo of an old man in pyjamas, signifying our bird’s red-eye flight via cargo during the pet relocation process.
I’m not going to disclose the country of departure for privacy reasons. Anyway, the export agency connected me with a drop-off guy that we were supposed to meet with at the airport. The meet-up time was at 4:30AM. We lived 4 hours away from the airport, so we hit the road at 11:30PM, packed the car with snacks, Red Bulls, good music, and more snacks.
Communication with the drop-off guy was minimal. Based on his texts, I figured he used google translate. He told us to meet him at the cargo terminal at the airport at 4:30AM. Except… “cargo terminal” could be as big as a small neighborhood. We asked again and the answer was still “cargo terminal 4:30AM”... As responsible pet owners, we aimed to arrive at 3:30 to explore and— possibly not find our way.
Screenshot of text messages showing the drop-off process for international pet transport and bird shipping.
We arrived at 3AM sharp. Turns out, the guy was right. There was only one parking gate and one tiny building that said “Cargo Terminal”…Well, better be safe than sorry.
I shouldn’t have had the Starbucks chilled coffee because it must contain more milk than coffee. I was so drowsy.
Photo of a Starbucks coffee, signifying a late-night drop-off for bird shipment during international pet relocation.

3:30 a.m. Breaking Bad

I texted the guy at 3:30AM, an hour before the meet-up. He replied right away he would be there at 4:00AM. It was a big “whew”. At that point, I knew my bird would 95% be able to fly.
We parked our car in the open parking lot outside the cargo building. I went out and took a picture of our car and sent to the guy: “Hey, we are in the x color car.” With the hazard light on at 3:45AM, a few minutes later, a Mike Ehrmantraut equivalent from Breaking Bad knocked on my window. Quiet, no-nonsense, but was on-time.
Photo of a car in a parking lot, signifying the meet-up with a pet relocation agent to drop off a bird for international shipping.
The IATA approved kennel was provided by the export broker and was handed over by him— let’s call him Mike. We shook hands then signed some paperwork in the empty parking lot at 4AM. That was quite a Breaking Bad moment. I felt like I was trafficking 50 lbs of…
Mike spoke zero English, but we communicated just fine with Google Translate. It was silent most of the time while we waited for each other to type, mistype, and retype. I guess bird shipment was not Mike's main trade— he suggested transferring the bird into the travel kennel right there, in the empty lot. My husband suggested doing it inside Mike’s black van, because… you know, birds fly. Mike didn’t understand, but respected the idea. I appreciated his patience. It’s the attitude that counts.
So, we voluntarily got into a stranger’s black van at 4:15 AM, shut the door, and transferred the bird. Mikey stood outside, sort of like watching out for something (?).
Photo of Mike Ehrmantraut, signifying his resemblance to the pet relocation specialist in charge of shipping our bird.

5:00 a.m. The Final Leg: Ensuring Everything Was Set

From there, it was smooth sailing. We went into the cargo terminal together. Mike handed in the paperwork to the counter. It was my first time seeing a cargo terminal— it looked like an industrial warehouse with a high ceiling, concrete floor, and a giant metal cage which contained the back office.
Photo of an airport cargo terminal, where pet shipments are processed for international pet relocation via cargo.

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One important reminder from the export agency was to bring two small bottles of water and extra ziploc-bags of seeds. Mike slapped on the “live animal” and “this way up” stickers on the cage, checked that the doors were secured with zip ties, then taped the extra water and seeds to the top of the cage.
There was also a plastic folder taped on with all the travel documents and feeding instructions prepared by the export agency. The instruction slip specified the maximum time interval between feedings. Everything had their official standard forms.
It felt like sending a kid off to their first day of school. In this case, it was a boarding school as my bird needed to be quarantined upon arrival. I have to admit our bird isn’t exactly a fancy one. The way my husband and I helicoptering over the cage made it seem like it was an endangered species for a zoo.
Mike probably thought we were crazy.
Photo of Mike Ehrmantraut, resembling the pet relocation specialist, waiting for us to prepare the cage before the international shipment of our bird.

5:30 a.m.

As it got closer to 5:30AM., more truck drivers with orange vests came in to drop off. Mike offered coffee from the vending machine. That was approval from Mike. We handed over the cage to the cargo staff.
Photo of a coffee machine, signifying the early morning flight for our bird’s international travel via cargo.
As dawn broke, Mike and I shook hands and parted ways in the parking lot.

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