29 June 2013
For the birds
One of the many pleasures of living in the south of Spain is watching the birdies. Moments ago, I opened my window and spent a happy five minutes watching the swifts circling and swooping around the swimming pool.
And it is not just the swifts. As evening falls, I hear the owls tu-whitting in the trees. While on my way to the bar for my lunchtime beverage, I am invariably greeted by a pair of cheeky sparrows - which never fails to lift the heart. (Whatever happened to the Edinburgh sparrows?) And even the ubiquitous pigeons seem sleeker and more attractive than their Scottish counterparts.
And once in a while, way up in the skies, I spot a majestic predator. One of these days, I will dig out a reference book to identify them ...