who am I?

My name does not suit me at all, an excuse to quarrel and brawl

My hood is really a brown, by winter all white but a frown

A ‘sea’ gull I am certainly not, town and country I prefer quite a lot

I eat worms, insects and fish, or at the landfill an exotic dish

Hurry up bro…


Last week I enjoyed a real treat.  I had the honour of visiting a gullery.  I knew it was going to be a memorable experience, but wow …  It felt like there was a gull nest every few inches, avoiding stepping on them was dizzying.

The eggs were assorted colours.  Different shades of brown, blue, green.  Exquisite to see.  And I was curious to why?  Does it depend on what mommy gull ate that day?

But it wasn’t just eggs.  I was not expecting to see chicks.  Fuzzy, teeny weeny, leopard-print chicks.  Who would have thought a gull chick would be so Bet Lynch!

Black-headed gull (Larus ridibundus).


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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2 Responses to who am I?

  1. Annette Kelly says:

    An oyster catcher? Hmmmm….

    On 28 Apr 2017 10:09 pm, “from Brolly Babe to Wildlife Conservationist …” wrote:

    > Olivia N Masi posted: “Hurry up bro… The before bit: The middle bit: The > after bit: My name does not suit me at all, an excuse to quarrel and brawl > My hood is really a brown, by winter all white but a frown A sea gull I am > certainly not, town and country I prefer” >


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