Wow, a kingfisher

Today I have been sitting on the South bank of the Nene Washes, watching marsh harriers come and go from their nest. They seem rather like us, most of their hunting for food times seem to be morning, noon and early evening.

To the back of me by some fish pools, a cuckoo has been calling all day. I also got to see him, my first ‘seen’ cuckoo. Near the cuckoo a bittern occasionally boomed.

To the front of me was another booming bittern. And again, I saw him creeping along on the grass, from tussock to reed patch. I also watched a roe deer doe. She has been on her own all day, nibbling her way around the reeds. I do wonder why she’s alone. Has she lost her group? Has she slunk off to give birth?

To my right I could hear a laughing green woodpecker AND the pecking of a great spotted woodpecker.

To my left I could see the nesting cranes. Their chicks are due to hatch tomorrow. And in the distance I could hear the delightful snipe drumming away..

Keeping me company on the bank was a small herd of friendly and curious heifers. Often getting in the way – between my binoculars and my prey. They snuzzle, and sniff, and lick, and watch. They are exceedingly good company. I can chat to them about anything!

Up above me from time to time was the presence of a gliding harrier, or two, or three, or hobby.

But the icing on the cake was the flash of orange and green that just flew by. Wow, a kingfisher!
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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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