Day 1: Malta

Up at 3am to get to Luton airport. Good practice for the week ahead of me.

Taxi ride to St Paul’s Bay. Passed by an interesting looking town. Taxi driver explained it is 2000 years old. Crikey. Medina. Will visit if I have any time.

Apparently the morning shift was calm and quiet. Few migrants flew in last night. Though the sound of gun shots all around is the norm.

I’ll be out for my first session 2.30pm. In the meantime, sleep is evading me.
In the afternoon we cruise around looking out for any curfew breakers.  And keeping an eye out for incoming raptors. Marsh harriers and Honey buzzards in particular. They migrate in large groups and are vulnerable to hunters as they roost over night.

We saw neither. What I did see however is the hunting/trapping sheds and paraphernalia littering the entire countryside. Every bit of it, wherever you look.

I saw a lonesome Golden plover in a cage. Legal here in Malta. I learnt of the wader trapping they do in the summer. To catch Lapwings, they tie one down as a lure to others. The Lapwing struggle, trying to break free.  presumably this is the fate of the lonesome Golden plover.
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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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2 Responses to Day 1: Malta

  1. The trapped golden plover would have been too much for me. You may have to free it at some point. Take care jonathan xx


  2. OliviaMasi says:

    If only I could. I’d be had for trespassing, and could risk CABS getting into trouble. There are trapped caged decoy birds all over Malta. It feels hopeless. But we have to keep plugging away, and catch every law breaker.


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