Duracell Skylarks

I’ve been quiet on the blog. I have a good excuse though. I’ve been so busy searching for, finding, watching, and appreciating wildlife, that I’ve had no time to blog about it.

Well my daily morning Raven experiences never ceased to thrill me. On one occasion I stood and watched a Raven whilst he gave a running commentary of two Buzzards mooching about over the reserve. He didn’t stop for at least ten whole minutes. He never vocalised the same sound/call twice. It was spectacular. And in the distance I could hear another Raven responding.
Was he relaying the whereabouts and actions of the Buzzards to the other Raven? Was it the Raven’s partner? Or a neighbouring Raven?

Ten days ago, I finished at the lodge. So I am now depending on colleagues to keep me updated on Raven news. The eggs must be due to hatch any second now.

I am now back at last year’s haunt. RSPB Nene Washes. I have returned to the Corncrake Project. Research Assistant – Corncrake Reintroduction. Woop woop.

For three days this week I have been stapling, drilling and hammering. What? The sparkly brand new Corncrake chick pens that we are building. I got to the point where my whole body was sore, not painfully sore, but exhaustedly sore. I couldn’t lift another thing. And I especially could not squeeze the staple gun trigger another time. My hands had died.

Mother’s day. We visited RSPB Conwy. Shall I tell you what we saw? Oh OK then.
Black-tailed godwit, Buzzard, Chiffchaff, Cowslip, Curlew, Gadwall, Goldeneye, Great-crested grebe, Greenfinch, Grey heron, Lapwing, Little egret, Oyster catcher, Red-breasted merganser, Redshank, Scaup, Shelduck, Shoveler, Teal, Tufted duck, Wheatear, Wigeon, a variety of gulls and all of the usual suspects.

On the Nene Washes Reserve this week the Lapwing are already nesting, as are two pairs of Cranes. We have British Godwits returned to breed, along with several hundred Icelandic Godwits yet to depart. Lapwings get raucous each time a Red kite passes over, and likewise when a pheasant gets too close.. Same colour as a fox?! Snipe are drumming, and Skylarks seem to be on repeat, their calling non-stop all day. I need what ever batteries they are powered by!
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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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