Mini thems

A day at Pensthorpe, Norfolk. One of our partners in the Corncrake Reintroduction Project. A gorgeous sunny day at a stunning nature reserve.

I had a peek at 1 hour old Corncrake chicks. Black fuzzy dots with big feet. And all the other delightful cute and fluffy ducklings, goslings and merganslings that the team are hand rearing.

And then a mooch around. I was in feathered baby heaven.

A mother Shelduck kept a watchful eye on her babes as they invented new fun ways to forage in the water.

I saw my first Avocet chicks and noted that their legs weren’t blue yet like their parents. I watched how the Avocet feed, sweeping it’s upturned bill from side to side in the shallow scrape.

Two adult Oyster catchers had mini thems following their every move foraging in the water. The youngsters eagerly replicated every thing their parents did. This made me wonder if the young of this species have to be taught everything (like Cranes) rather than instinctively knowing.

A Little ringed plover seemed to be teasing an Avocet. It repeatedly ran up to the nesting Avocet, turned around and shook it’s tail feathers in some kind of display. Each time, the Avocet would chase it off. This wind-up game went on for a long while. Until the Avocet got bored of the chase, and the plover had to find a new form of mischief.

I saw a pair of Green sandpiper. Though I have to confess I didn’t ID them. Grey waders. Hmm.

And there was much much more.

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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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