Tough little buggers

Four Red kite, presumably parents and fledglings. Hovering, gliding, swooping. Looking glorious.
Lapwing mobbing Red kite. They are so small in comparison that they look like tiny bits of twinkly glitter around the kites.

I just met an organic sheep farmer who doesn’t kill anything. And better still, doesn’t agree with killing wildlife. Even the predatory kind. I asked him if foxes took his lambs ever. He said “yes of course, but we all gotta eat aint we”.
He loves foxes, corvids, raptors.
I told him of my horror – that foxes are killed all year round, irrespective of whether they may be feeding young pups. He assured me that fox cubs are tough little buggers, and usually manage to take care of themselves. Hmm.

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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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