Malta: day 6 (OCDs)

13:23, a Kestrel flew over me sitting up on the Roman hill. 13:36, no gunshots followed it.

I’m sitting in the sun on top of the world listening to noisy Sardinian warblers. Malta could be heaven if it wasn’t for the hunter’s obsession with exterminating anything with feathers.

Orange bees, Swallowtail butterflies, fig trees, and wonderful wildflowers.

13:48, I heard a gunshot. A reminder that I’m not in heaven afterall.

Sent from my Sony Xperia™ smartphone

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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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2 Responses to Malta: day 6 (OCDs)

  1. deleted user says:

    I like your photos. 🙂

    Like

  2. Nev says:

    Good stuff Olivia. I don’t suppose talking to the hunters would help any more than it would dissuade grouse shooters here. I think hunter hunting is the final answer.

    Like

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