Suddenly I see

Ragwort popping up everywhere. I kept searching, and finally I found two little orange & black striped fellows. Just two. Cinnibar moth caterpillars.

I heard a strange click clacking chattery noise. When I located the source of the sounds, I felt I must be imagining what I saw. Two large bumble bees on one flower head. Making these un-bee-like sounds and hitting each other. Like girls in a school playground, bickering. Eventually one had the last say, and the other flew off to a different flower head. Honestly ladies, where’s all that sisterly love. I guess they were from different sisterhoods!

When peering at a spider it stamped all eight feet at me. Angry with me do you suppose?

Stone-curlew are starting to gather into roosting flocks. Thirteen are the largest group I’ve observed so far.
Whilst watching these thirteen, hoping for a glimpse of coloured leg rings, so that I can identify individuals – through the long grass…  I gave my eye balls a break. I looked behind to find a family of three ‘curly-billed’ curlew watching me from the top of a barrow. They later briefly joined the stone-curlew on the plot. I had a plot full of curlew allsorts.

Overly tame mallard ducks kindly offering to share my lunch.

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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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