Downy bits

May has been a funny old month weather-wise. Rain and cloud and wind, with the odd bit of sunshine thrown in to tantalise us. And this is down south, where it’s supposed to be warmer and pleasanter! Out onto the Downs its usually blustery. Wildlife carries on doing its thing however.

Mamma rooks feed their huge fledged chicks.
Starling fledglings line up on telegraph wires and gates, awaiting morsels from their parents.
Fluffy sparrow chicks in my garden flap their downy wings at their parents.
Peregrine parents stand guard over their towers or cathedral spires .
Fledglings are emerging everywhere, giving away their age with random downy bits amongst theirs sparkly new feathers.
Carpets of wildflowers smother fallow plots.
Wheat has started to look like wheat. Adolescent wheat?
Leverets begin to explore their world.

Stone-curlew chicks run backwards and forwards between their agitated anxious parents.
Whist other Stone-curlew adults continue to creep about and impersonate rocks.

Lapwings come in a multitude of sizes. From fuzzy freshly hatched, to well-dressed adolescents. And theres more to come, with females still incubating eggs. They have to keep churning them out. So few make it to adulthood. Lapwing chicks seem to be every predator’s favourite fast food snack down here in Wessex. At least they’re don’t come wrapped in throw away plastic packaging!

Sent from my Sony Xperia™ smartphone

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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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