Burping ewes in Thicily

IMG_2483-smallA comical ewe, with teats swinging low, and a baaa that sounds more like a burp.  We grew fond of her.  She seems to live under this tree, attached to it by a very long line, which she manages to tangle and therefore shorten in length each day.  For this her owner/human beats her, with beastly kicks, lots of yelling and blaspheming, and finally when she manages to distance herself from him, he savagely throws rocks at her.  Does this teach her not to tangle her line the next day?  What do you think?  She’s a sheep!  Oh how I wish the RSPCA were in Italy.  And how I would throw verbal rocks at him in court, and see him bleat for help…

Unidentified thistles.  Please let me know if you know what they are.
See the cutey spotty bugs hiding in the flower.


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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