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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