Honking and scrapping

An afternoon at Martin Mere, Lancashire.
Whooper swans, hundreds of them. Freshly arrived from their migration south. Still in their family units. Mum, dad, and their teenagers. They’ve come here from Iceland, to spend their winter vacations.
All that honking. Hundreds of whoopers honking. Families honking to other families. Quite a noise.

The meres of Martin were ram packed with duck, geese, and swan. There seemed to be more feather than water.

After the honking, I wandered along inspecting the many fungi. At one fungus, three individual birders, who happened to be passing, stopped to give their opinions on what species it was. I eventually crept away quietly as their argument heated up…

The last magical moment. I watched two moorhens fighting. The scrap quickly became serious stuff. More vicious by the second. So bad in fact that a coot, much bigger than the moorhens, after watching closely for a wee while put itself between the two and put an end to the fight. AMAZING. A head-shaking, did I really see what I think saw moment.

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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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