To trap or not to trap

Day 3. Gozo. But the morning turned quite grim. Exceedingly wet rain and tons of it. Not finch trapping weather. So certainly not trapper trapping weather.

So I did a little sightseeing, in the rain. The Citadel of Gozo sits grandly in the centre of the island. You can see it from all over the island. But I guess that was the idea when they built it. Recently restored (thanks to European Union funding) to perfection, there is a cathedral, the courts, craft shops, museums, and a restaurant within the walls. It’s like being on a Game of Thrones set; like many places on Malta and Gozo.

We then had lunch in an organic/vegan/super healthy foods cafe. The service, by the owner, was fabulous. A lovely reminder that not all Maltese men are trapping, murdering lead-munchers.

Day 4 + 5. Gozo again. It’s all a blur. Glorious sunshine, nets, no nets, trappers, no trappers, towers, vistas, birds, butterflies, lizards, bees and flowers.

Some nets have been removed from sites. This could mean that the pressure works. We, with the police, busting their trapping chums? The press release by CABS on Monday, ensuring that they all know that we know where they are. Ha. It’s frustrating, we’re here to catch them. But really, the more that they give up or become too cautious, the more finches that remain flying free.

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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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