insects, yum yum

I’m seated comfortably on the southern bank of the Nene Washes again, leaning against a wooden post, all layered up to fight this bitter freezing wind.. Six layers to be precise.
I’m watching a different reedy area today. The plan is, once we’ve located as many harrier nests as we can, then we shall place cameras near/on/pointed at them. And then we shall see what they are eating. Right now, there’s an abundance of baby bunnies. So cute, and dinky, and adorable, and vulnerable. And so utterly defenceless.

There are a lot of swifts here today. They have such long slender wings. They nest in towns and villages, human habitations. I presume so that they can live close together as a colony. One lonesome barn in the country would not do at all. They will travel miles to feed though. The fens are perfect. All this water. All the insects. Yum yum.
On such a cold and windy day it makes one wonder how many insects are up there to catch. Not many surely. So why bother? Surely they are wasting energy.
Other than for breeding, swifts spend their whole lives on the wing. I guess that they are so incredibly aerodynamic that they use little or no energy when airborne. Evolution is amazing.
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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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