The pressure is cooking

Day two & three on Malta.

Well it’s been pretty quiet so far. What I mean by quiet is that we have not found any criminality. No wildlife crimes (in the eyes of the law) being committed.
What the law sees as a wildlife crime, and what I see as a crime against wildlife may differ greatly, but I am here representing a law abiding organisation. Not myself.

The legal finch, plover and thrush trapping starts on Monday. We’ve been hunting for hunters who can’t be bothered with the law and begin prematurely.

In September, prime migration time, many rare and illegal-to-kill species were shot down. As usual here on Malta. Enough of these crimes were filmed and actually broadcast by media. And not just wildlife media.
I was in the Caribbean scrub, tending to my parrots, so this was all news to me. But enough fuss was made that the government here closed the hunt season for a few weeks. Amazing! The pressure does work sometimes.

So now the hunters seem to be behaving themselves awfully well. We guess they’re nervous. They’ve don’t want another ban.

Am I happy they are all behaving themselves? Well they legally continue to shoot species that we deem ‘in decline’ in the UK. such as skylarks, Starlings, bullfinch, and Hawfinch. And they legally continue to kill everything else. Many of them don’t seem to care if they just injure the birds. Many of them don’t eat the birds that they shoot or trap.
I’ll let you work out whether I’m happy or not!

On a ‘happier’ subject. I am determined to see some/more of the country this time. There are many lovely non-bird-murdering Maltese people. And the architecture and history is quite spectacular.

Yesterday, inbetween shifts, my roomy and I visited Mdina. A small ancient town. Placed in the centre of the island with views in every direction. Gorgeous.
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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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