A heavy heart ?

Yesterday I visited Raleigh. Actually I spent most of the day in their Natural History Museum.

Most of what I read or observed I already know of. That sounds big headed, but really it just highlights how much I’ve learnt in recent years through Open University studies followed by a degree in wildlife conservation. I had to keep reminding myself that most visitors will not ‘know’… And with that in mind, I found that the exhibits were rather awesome.

I did learn a few new things. Such as, that the earliest known birds (Archaeopterix) were around on planet Earth 🌍 30 million years before the dinosaurs; that some dinosaur species had hollow bones, just like birds; and that dinosaur eggs were quite titchy.

I saw a fossilised dinosaur, with a fossilised iron heart beneath it’s ribcage. All that iron content in its blood solidified.

I visited the butterfly room, nothing like the outstanding butterfly house at NHM London, but still a delight. Especially watching kids who were firstly mesmerised by the fluttering beauties, and secondly so desperately mindful not to touch, knock, or allow a single flutterby to escape. In that tropically warm room were also tortoise, snake, a sleeping half-hidden sloth and a cashew nut tree.

I did take a stroll around down town Raleigh, the capital of North Carolina. I seemed to be amidst a peaceful marching rally. And although I could not work out the exact complaint of the various groups and ethnicities that were all flying their banners, I felt the general theme was anti injustices to the poor. Yes, I was tempted to join in, especially the group with pro national health banners. Alas, my visa stay is short enough without getting myself into mischief.

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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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