One night on Malta

Day 5. The night.

Working side by side with police officers we spent the night collecting bird callers off private land.

MP3 players, speakers, cables, motorbike and car batteries. All of this equipment is used to play bird calls, usually Quail. To lure birds down from the skies, to then be killed. It’s illegal to hunt with lures such as this.

The hunters have these callers playing through the night, so that when they arrive early in the morning the birds are there. Ready to be shot. The Quail are sitting ducks.

The hunters go to extreme lengths to hide their contraptions, often burying them and sealing them with concrete. Oh how I’d love to be a fly on the wall when they discover it all gone or destroyed.

It was a very satisfying experience. Knowing that every called we destroyed was saving a few more Quail lives.

At one site was an area set up for wader trapping. Shallow pools with fish, and areas prepared for nets which will be put out as soon as the trapping season opens. Or maybe before if they just cannot wait. Everywhere I looked I saw cages. A Golden plover within each one. It broke my heart. So many birds that were once wild, now facing imprisonment for life.

I can’t comprehend how these men sleep at night. Do they feel no remorse for the loss of lives, the waste, the damage, the pain, the cruelty.

I have two words that describe my thoughts. Selfish. Monstrous.

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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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