It’s like Dodgems

I’m now on my way back to the UK. Another week completed on Malta, protecting rare birds and collecting evidence of wildlife crime.

The experiences and sights that will stay with me? Hmm.
Beautiful panoramic vistas wherever you go. Though sinking beneath the garbage and flytipping, that seems as common as soil.
The variety of birds that landed enroute to Africa. Stonechat, Wheatear, Robin, Skylark, Song thrush, Starling, Chaffinch, Redstart, Kestrel, Marsh harrier, Short-toed eagle. Exhausted. Bewildered. Knowing they’ve probably just witnessed some of their flock die or be trapped in nets. Bewildered.
Seeing Song thrush, Skylark and Starling be shot. Knowing I can’t do a damn thing about it, as it’s legal quarry on Malta.
Seeing thrush and Starling in aviaries. Birds that were likely wild and free once upon a time. And seeing the finches in cages so tiny that they can barely move. Tragic. Knowing that they are now trapping finches all over Malta. Legally and illegally.
The Maltese way of driving. It’s like Dodgems, though without the crashing into each other bits. Roundabouts, junctions, give way signs. None of them mean a thing to Maltese drivers. It’s a free for all. Weaving in and of other cars. No indicating. Never stopping. You just have to laugh and get stuck in.

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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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