Pronking for joy

Wow, did you see Africa last night.  Wonderments from start to finish.

The giant kingfish, better known as the giant trevally, but I suppose kingfish sounds more exciting on the TV.  And it grows to a maximum of 170cm, thats 5’7″, my height.  So actually I’d say it grows to the size of a a woman (not a man), though an enormously fat woman.  BBC Natural History unit get the details correct please … But what interested me was the river journey they make, and then that almost spiritual circling, and the fact that the reasons they do this are a mystery.  Awesome.  I love it that we don’t know everything, not nearly everything. 

And, I loved how polite the great white sharks were whilst feeding.  “I have my mouthful, now it’s your turn”, “oh thank you, don’t mind if I do”.

And, penguins with sun stroke!  Did you see their burnt wee eyelids?  But on a more serious note, the African penguin is in serious decline, and so far not much has been able to slow the decline down.  We’ve depleted their fish, and now what is left for them to eat is moving locations due to climate change related temperature changes in the oceans.  Hopefully they wont disappear all together, maybe just carry on in smaller numbers.  All of their nesting sites in South Africa are protected, and research is looking into no take zones and how they may or may not help.  So perhaps there is a light at the end of the tunnel, for these delightfully clumsy birds.

And the turtles, I’d love to know at wheat point in time the islanders became such wonderful guardians of their green turtles.  For once a happy story, their turtle numbers are increasing.  Phew.  Turtles used to be an important resource for the islanders, and numbers were declining drastically.  Thanks to education programmes, the islanders now cherish their special neighbours.  I have to confess, if I’d been on that beach with all those hatchling turtles, I’m not sure I’d have been able to stop myself from running round in a headless frenzy shooing off all those crows and kites and crabs!  Whilst volunteering in Greece many years ago, I witnessed a wee baby turtle being carried away on its back.  By what?  By ants!  They were marching it back to their nest, those clever little ants.  Well by my reckoning, there are far more ants than turtles in the world, so I rescued the turtle and picked off every stubborn little clinging ant.  I watched the turtling swim off to sea with a big cheesy smile (on my face, not his, though he may have had a big cheesy smile on his face too!).  And by the way, no ants were harmed in this rescue..

Ah, and all the others.  The funny monkey beetles, fighting over a female who wasn’t actually there anymore.  The butterfly mountain top, heaven as far as I’m concerned.  And the springbok, pronking for joy.   

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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