I worked in rescue for a few years. While I loved what I did, I came to severely dislike the organization I was working with.
I never signed up for the position. I was asked because the original Rescue Director had stepped down and they needed to fill the position. I reluctantly agreed and found myself thrown into it. I was expected to form a team, as there wasn't one in place. And I did just that. I had a few people I could rely on for help but not many. I had to do it all...pick up the owner surrenders, divide them out to foster homes, provide food, toys, etc. I had to interview the potential adoptive homes, do vet checks, reference checks, home visits. You name it, I did it. Eventually it became a full time job. At one point I had over 14 birds in my house to take care of. Most of my day was spent cleaning cages and working through behavioral problems. Many of these birds come in housed in substandard cages with nothing but a single perch to stand on. Several came in without a cage at all. Owners get frustrated with the parrot and want it gone but realize the nice cage they have it in could yield some money, so they keep that and dump the bird. One thing I was really good at was fundraising. I'd convince the owners I could take the bird in faster if they were willing to donate for it's care. Worked nearly every time. I'd pick up the bird, along with a check. Of course, the check would go to the club treasurer for deposit and the bird would either come home with me or straight to foster care. My team and I would sit around and assemble toys to sell at the meetings and raise money to support the rescue. Whatever we could do.
Within a few months I was over $2500 out of my pocket in supplies, food and cages. By the end of the year I'd spent well over $6000. Financially I was stressed. But I couldn't bear to keep a bird in an cage that was either too small or unsafe, so I kept going.
My breaking points came when I went to the club and asked for $500 of the money I had raised to purchase toy supplies and a cage for an amazon that came to me in a plastic dog carrier. I had found a used cage for $200 that was in relatively good shape. Despite the fact that I had raised and collected thousands of dollars for them in donation and adoption fees, they told me they didn't have any funds available. Instead, they were paying 'experts' to come speak at their monthly meetings, including entertainment, travel expenses and logic. Instead of the club supporting the rescue, the rescue was supporting the club. This was wrong on levels I can't even articulate. And I was angry.
Then there was a bonded B&G and GW that came in. They allowed those birds to be sent to Idaho to a breeder for 'foster care'. Something I would have never done. The only people I ever turned down were breeders. Those wanting to adopt that were new, I worked with to bring their knowledge up to speed. Often times, they became my best foster homes.
To date the Avian club I worked with still doesn't have a rescue director. Amazing, huh? Maybe if they didn't throw them out into the cold I'd still be working with them.