Mission 500, in rhyme

Five bright birds, of the humanoid kind                                                                                   A regular holiday, they’ve declined

One Fiat 500, a classic car                                                                                               With ambition, to travel far

Millions of birds, the kind that fly                                                                                         On migration, they may well die

Hunters or poachers, the trapping sort                                                                                 Barbaric methods, to them is sport                                                                                       Robins, thrushes, waders too                                                                                             Trapped dead or alive, as they fly through

To save 500 lives, our mission                                                                                               To beat the trappers, by attrition                                                                                          To catch them in their filthy acts                                                                                             These torturous murderous maniacs

Our little car, will lead the way                                                                                               She’ll make each one, a happy day                                                                                 Lucca to Calais, in pursuit                                                                                                       Of those who choose, to persecute

Through thick and thin, you may all follow                                                                         Our highs and lows, what you can swallow                                                                         Our blogs and vlogs, you must all share                                                                               To get our message, right out there

more details of this mission to follow soon.  –  follow us @Mission5hundred  –  help us https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/Mission5hundred

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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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