The letter C

So here is the end of another week at RSPB Nene Washes. Another blissful, wildlife filled week. Today I saw chasers darting about amongst the ditches, and damselflies too. Oh and the first iris on the Washes; it looked stunning.

The fields are quickly being filled with daily deliveries of cattle. Cattle grazing is part of the fenland habitat management. This is what the fenlands were created for, and this is what the birdlife adapted to live alongside, all those years ago.
Amongst all the different groups of cattle I’ve met some characters.

Corncrake chicks will start arriving this week, from Pensthorpe Conservation Trust and Whipsnade Zoo, where they breed them for the reintroduction programme. I’ll keep you updated.

My bird list for week commencing 27 May 2013:
Bittern (heard), Blackbird, Black-headed gull, Black-tailed godwit (& chick), Buzzard, Canada goose, Chaffinch, Chiffchaff (heard), Common tern, Cormorant, Coot, Corncrake, Crane, Crow, Gadwall, Garganay, Goldfinch, Greenfinch, Greylag goose, Heron, House martin, House sparrow, Jackdaw, Kestrel, Lapwing (& chick), Lesser black-backed gull, Little egret, Magpie, Mallard, Marsh harrier, Meadow pipit, Mute swan, Red kite, Redshank, Reedbunting, Ringed plover, Sedge warbler, Shelduck, Shoveler, Skylark, Snipe, Starling (& chick, dozens of ’em!), Swallow, Swift, Tawny owl (heard), Tufted duck, Wood pigeon,

Bats (probably Daubenton’s), Hedgehog, Muntjack deer, Roe deer.

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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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One Response to The letter C

  1. You are so *not* a young soul! I hope this blog is turning into a book.

    And what a lovelery Moo!


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