the battle continues

Malta, autumn 2014. Volunteering with CABS. The images.

Landscapes (with hunting hides), caterpillars, and sunsets.

It would be a challenge to photograph a landscape that did not include a hunting hide, as Malta is saturated with them. But hides or no hides, Malta is a visually stunning island.             

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Malta, spring 2015.

Best wishes to all of my fellow wildlife warriors in the continuous battle against wildlife crime on Malta, and the rightly forbidden (in Europe) spring hunting.

My April this year will be filled with house hunting, house moving, and starting and learning a new job. Unable to join you this time, but my heart will be with you and I’ll be re-tweeting your messages.

The objective of the hundreds of volunteers who head to Malta each spring and autumn is to save species, not to make enemies. Maltese hunters, please, be a help not a hindrance.

 

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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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