Brescia day 4. Satisfaction & frustration

Well, the police went to find the mist net that I found on Monday, and to hopefully catch the poacher who put it there. It was gone. Why? Somebody may have seen us snooping around on Monday. They may have tipped the poacher off. It’s that kind of community. All that remained was a cord that had been used to tie the net to a tree. Which I now have as a souvenir.

While the police were chasing sneaky, invisible crooks, a colleague and I were exploring a new area. We found no evidence of any evil activities, but we managed to free a trapped horse!

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Yeah. Of no, not trapped in a bird trap… This old fella had fallen down a bank and got himself well and truly stuck between the bank and barbed wire fencing. He was old, weak, blind in one eye and hideously bony. I coaxed him forward with yummy fresh leaves, while Leander lifted the barbed wire and patted his bony butt to move him forward. Once free he immediately got on with the business of eating. Making up for lost time. What satisfaction we felt. Who knows how long he’d been stuck there!

An afternoon of exploring more new areas. Of creeping about. Sometimes unfortunately being seen and sometimes not. On a path we came across a young man with his dog. The dog was nervous and refused to come forward and sniff my hand. A happy dog can never resist a hand to sniff. The dog also happened to have blood on her. Not her own. And the young man? Well his right hand was holding something hidden in his hoody front pocket. Something definitely passerine size. We searched high and low for where he’d come from. Determined to catch this vile human creature and his torture traps. We failed. Frustrated.

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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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One Response to Brescia day 4. Satisfaction & frustration

  1. Carol Masi says:

    That poor horse may not be so old – just horribly neglected. Please report it to someone?!

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