En route to Brescia

At some point each autumn I usually head to Malta for a week of volunteering. My blogs from Malta September 2015 are full of not a lot. The Hunters seemed to be behaving themselves. Even with a flock of 60-80 raptors roosting on the island, shotguns were not pointed at them. Not that any of us witnessed anyhow. I remember one Little egret casualty. But mostly I remember that the majority of Hunters were terrified thanks to some recent enormous fines and lifetime hunting bans. It seemed too good to be true. We knew we couldn’t relax.

And a year later, I have not been there but I’ve been keeping up to date with reports from my colleagues at CABS. it’s not been great. Actually it’s been quite horrific. The Maltese Hunters are back to their dreadful old tricks. Shooting raptors out of the sky. You can find their footage online if you wish. But I warn you, watching a glorious Honey Buzzard tumble from the sky is not even for the strong hearted.

This year I have friends volunteering on Cyprus. The avian death toll over there defies belief. Find Chris Packham on Twitter and you’ll get a taste of the atrocities committed out there. The lengths volunteers go to, to save every bird they can, is outstanding and heroic.

So where am I this autumn? I’m currently at Manchester airport, heading to Northern Italy. I expect to witness similar horrors to what Mr Packham is currently seeing on Cyprus. I hope we can help the police catch as many crooks as possible, and I hope that we can save as many wee birds as possible. Crooks is a very tame name for these men. I can’t put into words what I feel for these killers. For these birds, a gun shot would be a blessing.

So it’s a whole new adventure. New places, new experiences, new horrors, new successes, and new friends to be made. As usual, I’ll be sharing it all on here.

Sent from my Sony Xperia™ smartphone

Advertisements

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.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s