Malta: day 6 (happy hunter)

Quieter than yesterday morning. A few raptors making their way out to sea. Un-shot. Montague’s harrier, Marsh harrier, Kestrel.
We watched a few Turtle doves fly in. They were shot at from every angle. But this is legal, so there’s nothing we can do.

There were lots of Yellow wagtail, and Winchat. I saw one luminous bright yellow Golden oriole, three Bee eaters, and my first Woodchat shrike.

We were joined, at our look-out point, by some non-hunting hunters working on behalf of the Maltese hunting federation. They are roaming around counting Turtle dove numbers. Hmm, they won’t fiddle the numbers at all will they!

Interestingly, it’s not legal to shoot feral pigeons. As God forbid, you may shoot a racing pigeon by mistake! But yep, it’s fine to shoot the endangered rapidly declining Turtle dove.

We heard a yelling match between a hunter and a local resident. She was running down the lane and he presumably couldn’t shoot his quarry. Hunting rights seem to over rule public access rights here on Malta.

As we left this valley, we drove down lanes that were crowded with hunters and their guns. Most scowled at us. Others attempt a mean intimidating facial expression. Which usually just looks comical to me. Whichever, I give them my biggest friendliest warmest smile. As we drove through this overcrowded-ness, one hunter who was sitting with his rifle in his cube-like makeshift hide, smiled and waved at us.
Now. I’m guessing that he mistook me for someone else. I gave him a big friendly wave back. I’m presuming that by now he’s been beat up, or evicted from the hunting fraternity. Ha ha…
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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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One Response to Malta: day 6 (happy hunter)

  1. GaryPutnam says:

    Please upload more photos, I look forward to see…


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