Malta: Dead sheep & grumpy pigeons

Day 4.

5:45am. I had a lay in! Mornings are getting lighter later. With another beautiful sunrise, we pottered along the coast looking like insomniacal tourists. Reading interpretation boards, looking at ancient towers and vistas, and inspecting flytipped piles. What? You don’t do that on vacation? You never know what you might find. Endless pallets, which I long to make things from, car seats, rugs, rope, dead sheep. Nice.
But of course we were looking and listening out for any wildlife crime, and also watching the horizon for incoming flocks of birds.
A few Maltese hunters were out with their shotguns along the coast. One stared longingly out to sea whilst blowing on a duck caller. Another was hidden conveniently in a spot that looked like an ideal wader foraging shore.
Silence still. Just simply no birds to shoot at? The presence of tourists (Fiona and I)? The fear of the severe punishments that have been doled out recently? A mixture of all of these things I’m sure.
If the conditions are good, birds will simply keep going all the way to Africa, and often through the night.

The greatest news is that I finally have a bedroom. Tonight I will sleep in a bed. And I have company. It seems a feral pigeon has claimed the balcony as his own. I stepped out. Unfazed, he simply shuffled along the railing a little and looked a tad grumpy. So I left him to his people watching. We shall take it in turns.

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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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