Malta: day 5 (squished flat dead)

Afternoon shift. We explored some new areas for illegal traps, cages, and mist-nets. Nothing to report other than suspicious looking cages, cages full of Turtle doves, and signs of potential future wader trapping this summer.

During our searches we came across two boys poking around some stone walls. They had short poles/sticks with hooks on the end. They reminded me a little of the sticks that mahouts use to control elephants. I wanted to see what they were up to. I knew I was not going to like it, but…
The moment I was close enough to see what they were doing, was the moment that it was all too late. The bigger/eldest of the two boys picked up an enormous rock and slammed it down hard on a large lizard. It was squished flat dead. Fiona reprimanded them. They left the scene of their crime sheepishly.
What we saw stuck with us for a long while this afternoon. Of all the atrocities I have witnessed this week, that horrified me deeply.

In an attempt to cheer us up, Bee eaters then followed us all afternoon. Their fantastic bright colours. Their adorable bizarre calls.

Driving around some historical war buildings, I noticed a whole wall covered in shimmering iridescent blue-green flies. We inspected. Why were so many flies hanging out together? Ah. Someone had thrown in a dead sheep/goat. It was now being recycled by these shiny fellas, and was rather smelly.

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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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