Sticky out bum

Yesterday, along with all the other wonders I’ve already mentioned, I was able to check something off my dream wish list.
I watched as lapwing chicks ran to their mother and buried themselves under her cosy warm wings. Four diddy chicks. Just a tad bigger than dots. Three found their way in each time easily enough. The other one made a confusing comedy mess of it. He kept aiming for her breast instead of the gap between her body and her wings. He’d stand there with only his head buried in feather. His wee bum and legs sticking out exposed. He did it time and again. Why oh why he didn’t just do as his siblings did! But it entertained us for a while.

My bird list for week commencing 3rd June 2013:
Bittern (heard), Black-headed gull, Black-tailed godwit, Buzzard, Coot (& chick), Corncrake (heard), Crow, Cuckoo (heard), Goldfinch, Heron, Hobby, House sparrow, Lapwing (& chick), Lesser black-backed gull, Little egret, Magpie, Mallard (& duckling), Meadow pipit, Mute swan (& cygnet), Red kite, Red-legged partridge, Redshank. Robin, Rook, Sedge warbler (heard), Shelduck, Skylark, Snipe, Starling, Swallow, Swift, Tufted duck, Yellow wagtail,

Hedgehog, 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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