Pulled over at the side of a road. Looking out over plots of land for anything suspicious or illegal. Two blokes in camo hunting gear, came racing around the corner in their posh 4×4. They screeched to a halt behind our parked car. One jumped out aggressively and yelled at us “I take your number I take your number”. We presume he meant our number plate. We just calmly watched him make a pratt of himself, knowing we had doneness nothing wrong. An attempt to intimidate us?
We spent most of the afternoon watching a Little egret from afar. It had a broken leg and couldn’t walk. Hopping and flapping pitifully around a small pond. Stood still it held its leg off the ground. It must be painful. We were helpless to help it. It was across quite a few fields from us. Across private land. Trespassing is taken very seriously in Malta. Especially if you are here to help the birds. It’s so infuriatingly frustrating. Tragic.
And then. And then the Honey buzzards started to arrive. Within minutes of us seeing four come inland, we heard gunshots from two different locations. How did they know the buzzards were here? Do they sit in their hides all day just waiting for something to shoot at? An egret, a Honey Buzzard? It wouldn’t surprise me.
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