Snoozy cheeps

Today I returned to Whipsnade Zoo, where I collected another thirteen corncrake chicks. I Popped them in the truck and returned to Nene Washes immediately (three hours driving altogether).
I have never driven so gently in my life. What a precious cargo I had aboard. So much time, money, resources, hours, and dedication goes into the creation, incubation, hatching, and raising of these little guys. I didn’t want to make them travel sick!

Now, I often get sleepy driving long distances, and have to pull over for the odd power nap. I also have the stereo on rather loudly, browsing through the channels hoping to find good sing along tunes. With these passengers though, I drove in silence. Instead delighting in the odd wee ‘cheep’ coming from the boxes.

Since the chicks have hatched, they have been enclosed in four small cosy walls with their siblings and an endless supply of food and water.
This morning they were removed from their four-walled small world. They were checked over by vets, a terrifying experience for a diddy fuzzy dot chick.. Then popped into travel boxes and handed over to me.

I confess that I did stop for a quick ten minute power snooze when the necessity arose. And I did notice that for those ten minutes, there was utter silence in the truck. I do hope that they were snoozing too!
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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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