Malta: day 7 (sweet like honey)

Yesterday evening, as the sun went down, large flocks of Honey buzzards were seen arriving on Malta. For most of the flocks, their roosting sites were seen, but a few managed to disappear, making it difficult to protect them at dawn. We headed to a possible location, where these buzzards often roost on migration. We saw a few harriers come through, but none of the buzzards. The harriers, by the way, were shot at. We didn’t see any casualties.
The Maltese hunters like to eat Honey buzzards. Apparently they taste sweet like honey. Which is quite amazing as Honey buzzards eat wasps, not bees. And I’m pretty sure bees don’t taste of honey anyway!

I saw a bright green and yellow warbler, a Wood warbler. He had a bright yellow eyebrow.
One Golden oriole, hung around a very dangerous spot for a wee while. Right by some hunters. A huge sigh of relief as he headed out to sea.
Lots of Bee eaters were passing over. Again, we heard gunshots in their direction. They’re so bright and beautifully coloured, have unusual flight, and make such gorgeous and jolly but almost alien like calls. I feel they are more like something from the Avatar film.
I watched a Pied flycatcher catching flies.
A bright blue dragonfly flew by.
There were tiny little bees, spinning round in flowers, gathering up bright yellow pollen as they did.
And honeysuckle is suddenly out everywhere, adding a wonderful scent to the air.

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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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