Malta day 2: legal captives

A frustrating day of well hidden trapping sites today. I remind you that it is an extremely serious offence to trespass on Malta. Therefore, we don’t. We’re here to uphold laws, wildlife laws, not break laws. So lots of walking, peering over walls, attempting to see through thick vegetation, and all the while looking like innocent tourists of course.

I heard many captive Quail, unfortunately legal captives. The one that never fails to break my heart though is the Golden plover. These exquisite waders trapped in small cages forever. They make the most tragic sounding calls. The desire to run towards them and set them all free has to be kept in check. Alas, they are also legal captives here on Malta.

I saw enormous flocks of very cheeky, noisy sparrows. It’s wonderful to see such numbers. A few gecko, enormous black bumblebees, bees feeding their larvae in walls, and a glorious large orange bee. Ooh, lots of mummy wasps making their paper nests too, and feral cats everywhere. Veg are growing like crazy on the land. So ahead of England. Cabbage, courgette flowers, strawberries, onions, potatoes, figs.

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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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