Malta: day 6 (here’s my number)

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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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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