Poocicles

I’ve been having fun at Sylvan Heights Waterfowl breeding centre. Getting to know lots of different species of waterfowl (duck, swan, goose) from all over the world. I’m amazed at how much poo they all produce.

The weather in North Carolina is bonkers.
My first week here was mild winter weather. Pleasant to work in.
Then came the freeze. I wore just about every item of clothing I have with me. On one day I counted I was wearing TWENTY items of clothing. I waddled around the birds like, erm, well a bit like the ducks waddle out of water. It was so cold. I really don’t like being cold. Bird feed was frozen. Ponds were frozen. And very pleasantly, all the duck poo was frozen and crispy. But after two days of frozen poo piling up, rather than disintegrating, there were stacks of poocicles!

This was followed by two days of downpouring deluging monsoon-like wet wet rain. Creating mud baths everywhere. The duck pens became swamps. Feed turned to slop. And the poo? Well all that yellow mud did not deceive me! Poo slop everywhere.

Then last night it froze again. But not on the ground, weirdly. Branches, car windows, bin lids. Everything above ground has a thick crispy layer of ice and icicles. And none of it melted throughout the day. But the ground is still sodden. The poo slop remains.
All of the mesh surrounding and covering the bird pens is covered in thick solid ice. It was quite pretty, but all rather hazardous. The mesh roofs were low with the weight. Any more weight, and the pens could break. That’s not good when there are wee little birds in them. It’s happened before though and amazingly most birds manage to find a safe place to hide until rescued.

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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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