Bitey Birds & Blinded Bunnies

So last Thursday, on my walk through the reserve to work (RSPB The Lodge), I finally heard my heart’s desire. A raven calling. How on earth the raven became the bad guy in folklore I do not understand. For their call is just so beautiful.
His call followed me for most of my walk.  By the time I reached the office I was buzzing.

Friday morning I joined a ringing session here at the Lodge. The trainer got me stuck in right away. Untangling wee birds from the mist net, measuring, weighing, fat and muscle scoring, and … I ringed my first bird!
A feisty little chaffinch lady, who had a very bitey beak.

This Monday morning, on my walk to work, I was given a double dose of magic. Two ravens calling. 

I also had a close encounter with a bunny. Pottering along (me, not the bunny), watching green and great spotted woodpeckers criss-crossing from tree to tree. I followed the path around a corner and came across the cutest bunny scampering enthusiastically towards me. Bunny kept coming, until he was just a few metres from me. At which point he suddenly seemed to sense my presence, screech to a holt, turn around and bolt back the way he’d come.  All done in an incredibly cartoonish style. 

Herbivores generally have eyes more side facing, rather than forward facing. This is so that they can see predators approaching from all around them. This does mean however, that they are prone to blind spots directly in front of them. Hence bunny didn’t see me coming. Deer have been known to run head first, straight into tree trunks. Ouch.
Predators always have forward facing eyes, so that they can focus on the prey that they stalk.  Evolution is cool.  Though perhaps not for the dear deer with face ache!


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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