Whilst looking for stonies

Fields of golden wheat. Swallows skimming over the golden seas, eating up the unfortunate insects.

Stone-curlew on the move. Some, pairs squeezed off farmland too overgrown with produce. Some, fledged offspring gathering into roosting flocks. All, trying their luck on plots. Some get lucky, some are chased off.
Stone-curlew chicks behaving in very mammalian ways. Hiding behind Ma or Pa. Obeying commands. Showing obvious excitement to reunion, attention, or food, and snuggling up close for comfort.
Female Great bustard turning up on Stone-curlew plots in twos and threes. Potential nesting sites for next year? Or just an abundance of food?
Stone-curlew brutally ram-rading Great bustard, who gets a tad too close to his (pipping) egg brooding partner.
Stone-curlew fledged chicks not wishing to leave home. Stone-curlew fledged chicks helping parents to chase off intruders. Stone-curlew fledged chicks behaving just like ditsy teenagers.

Stock doves with iridescent green feathers shimmering in the evening sun.

Hares doing some serious boxing and a variety of martial arts. Mad March hares, April hares, May hares, June hares, July hares…

Little French men (AKA Red-legged partridge) always making me smile from ear to ear. Running in that forever straight line, head tilting left and right to see the truck that’s following.

Roe deer stag peering out from the golden wheat. His antlers and ears giving him away. A secret visitor to stonehenge visitor centre.

Flowers Flowers Flowers.

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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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