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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