On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me …

I have since had he pleasure and not pleasure of seeing and hearing Turtle doves. The first occasion was in Malta, as the very first Turtle dove I saw was shot out of the sky. Luckily however since this I have watched and listened adoringly to these gorgeous birds in Wiltshire and Dorset.

And a project update. Operational Turtle Dove continues. Doves have since been tagged and their migration route through Africa is a better understood. It is still legal to shoot this endangered bird though here in Europe. Which continues to baffle me.

from Brolly Babe to Wildlife Conservationist ...

Two Turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.

But have you ever seen a Turtle dove?  I have not.  The dainty dove that purrs and turrs.  Our only dove that migrates for the winter (to Africa). 

So why are they disappearing?  Well, here in England and Wales, the dove’s most northerly range, we keep changing farming methods, crops, and timings.  To the extent that there’s not enough food for them to raise their young.  And to top that, those that do survive starvation face being shot en-masse as they fly south, over Europe, to Africa.


This purring tur-turring dove is in real dire straits.  Numbers are declining so rapidly that they are facing likely extinction here in the UK, and very soon.


So what are we doing about it?  Operation Turtle Dove is a partnership of wildlife organisations working hard…

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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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