The Alpujarra and the Sierra Nevada are amongst the richest areas in Europe for birdlife. I'm certainly no expert, but there are loads of species which seem to be pretty common here compared to anywhere else, including the black redstart (that's one above), crested lark, golden oriole, griffon vulture, Bonnelli's eagle, hoopoe, bee-eater, rock bunting, alpine accentor and dozens more, including a wide variety of owls, which I tend to hear rather than see. The photograph above is from this fantastic website from Birdwatch Alpujarras, a specialist company based in Lanjarón. The site promotes their services to visiting ornithologists, but is also of great interest to the casual visitor who sees an unfamiliar bird round these parts and wonders what it might be, or who wants to know what to look out for on a walk. Personally, I just love the abundance and proximity of even fairly common birds in and around our village. The resident swallows, for example, raise several broods in a year, so we'll often see ten or more scruffy little fledglings lined up on the telephone wire immediately outside our window, screaming to be fed. The adults' complex call starts with a melodious trill, then morphs into a rattling metallic cackle - it reminds me of the sound the old dial-up modems used to make - and in summer, with the windows open, it makes owning an alarm clock entirely unnecessary. Here's a shot of a little one taken through the slats of our bedroom window blind - hence the odd diffused light.
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All the tweets you can handle
The Alpujarra and the Sierra Nevada are amongst the richest areas in Europe for birdlife. I'm certainly no expert, but there are loads of species which seem to be pretty common here compared to anywhere else, including the black redstart (that's one above), crested lark, golden oriole, griffon vulture, Bonnelli's eagle, hoopoe, bee-eater, rock bunting, alpine accentor and dozens more, including a wide variety of owls, which I tend to hear rather than see. The photograph above is from this fantastic website from Birdwatch Alpujarras, a specialist company based in Lanjarón. The site promotes their services to visiting ornithologists, but is also of great interest to the casual visitor who sees an unfamiliar bird round these parts and wonders what it might be, or who wants to know what to look out for on a walk. Personally, I just love the abundance and proximity of even fairly common birds in and around our village. The resident swallows, for example, raise several broods in a year, so we'll often see ten or more scruffy little fledglings lined up on the telephone wire immediately outside our window, screaming to be fed. The adults' complex call starts with a melodious trill, then morphs into a rattling metallic cackle - it reminds me of the sound the old dial-up modems used to make - and in summer, with the windows open, it makes owning an alarm clock entirely unnecessary. Here's a shot of a little one taken through the slats of our bedroom window blind - hence the odd diffused light.
A wolf in the Alpujarra
Bonbon el perro
More raptor fun
The Alpujarra may be one of the best places in Europe to see birds of prey, but South West Scotland isn't far behind. In two days we saw about a dozen buzzards and two sparrowhawks (one of them was dead, but you can't have everything). Quite amazing though, was the red kite feeding station at Bellymack hill farm near Laurieston. I would estimate there were at least fifty birds there yesterday; the farmer says they sometimes get more than seventy, which is probably the entire population for Galloway. Feeding is at 2pm, and a few hungry birds are soaring over the feeding site by 1.30, with numbers steadily increasing until the bucketfuls of chicken bits are strewn over the grass and the feeding starts. It's a take-away arrangement - each bird will swoop down, grab a piece of meat in its talons, and fly off to eat and digest it in some nearby trees, perhaps coming back for more after half an hour or so. They take the food while on the wing, and hardly touch the ground itself, if at all. There's a fascinating moment at the beginning of the feast, when the birds are all circling above the site but not eating. Nobody wants to go first - but then appetite gets the better of manners, and the first bird swoops. Then suddenly they're all at it, like fat women at a wedding buffet. Here's a picture - unfortunately it just looks like dots in the sky, but that's my inadequate camera, I'm afraid. The colouring on the birds is fabulous, although of course you can't tell from this shot. One thing you can notice is the distinctive 'v' shape of the tail feathers.
Royal Turkey
It sounds like a two-word review of Prince Edward's excruciatingly awful 80s production of It's a Knockout starring members of his own family, but 'royal turkey' is in fact the literal translation of the Spanish term for peacock, pavo real. Now someone's keeping a pair in Juviles, and the bird's distinctive cry - so redolent of life in India during the time of the Raj - is now heard across our sleepy little Andalusian village at regular intervals. Hopefully this is a temporary arrangement only, and I say 'hopefully' not because I object to the high-pitched call, but because the poor things are in a cage hardly big enough for a pair of chickens. The cock has to position himself carefully right in the middle of his enclosure and stand at a forty-five degree angle to the sides if he is to open his tail without injury. This means the hen is just inches away from her mate's magnificence, and already a captive audience, which rather defeats the object.
Generally speaking, nobody in Juviles would keep any living thing they didn't intend to eat (apart from dogs, that is, and many of those are used to hunt, herd or guard things that you can eat). So my guess is that the semana cultural this year will see a reconstruction of an historic roman or moorish banquet, with the unfortunate royal turkey as the centrepiece. I wonder if peacock tastes more like swan, or golden eagle? And this being Juviles, will they try to fry it?
Generally speaking, nobody in Juviles would keep any living thing they didn't intend to eat (apart from dogs, that is, and many of those are used to hunt, herd or guard things that you can eat). So my guess is that the semana cultural this year will see a reconstruction of an historic roman or moorish banquet, with the unfortunate royal turkey as the centrepiece. I wonder if peacock tastes more like swan, or golden eagle? And this being Juviles, will they try to fry it?
Pony fun
Obama's Bo, the First Pup
I trailed the arrival of Bo, the Obama's Portuguese Water Dog, on this blog a couple of weeks ago, so in another shameless attempt to draw a bit of random traffic, I'm putting a picture of him here. Looks like an energetic little thing. To quote my sister-in-law, an experienced veterinarian, the President would do well to "get a Halti". NB: there are lots of cute dogs in Juviles, where our house remains available for most of June, the second half of July and all but the last week in August.
Spring is in the air?
What with the clocks going forward at the weekend and the nocturnal antics of five energetic fox cubs in and around our garden, it's beginning to feel like Spring in Glasgow.
Fortunately the same can now be said of Juviles - despite a surprising wintry reprise a week or so ago, they're now getting highs of 16 Celsius (60f) plus. Happily the forecast for Paris, where we're going for a week from Easter Sunday, is equally pleasant. Yesterday we had an enquiry for the house for that week - the potential customer hasn't got back to us yet so it remains available, but hopefully they'll confirm soon.
Fortunately the same can now be said of Juviles - despite a surprising wintry reprise a week or so ago, they're now getting highs of 16 Celsius (60f) plus. Happily the forecast for Paris, where we're going for a week from Easter Sunday, is equally pleasant. Yesterday we had an enquiry for the house for that week - the potential customer hasn't got back to us yet so it remains available, but hopefully they'll confirm soon.
Portuguese Water Dog
The Spanish media showed grudging approval for Obama's choice of an Iberian breed for First Dog last week; Portugal is just next door after all. Adorable though this fish-herding canine may be - it's described by Sabine Durrant in this Guardian article as giving "every impression of being a person zipped up in a dog suit" - round our bit of Andalusia they prefer an altogether more elegant creature called the Podenco Ibicenco (below). Thought to be traceable back to the Pharaoh hounds of ancient Egypt, the Podenco was probably brought from North Africa to Malta and then on to Ibiza and Andalusia by the Arabs. (If true, this is interesting in itself, as modern Muslims aren't generally keen on dogs at all.) If there's anything better than a Podenco at hunting rabbits, it's the lynx, which is both nearly extinct and highly unlikely to let you take the rabbit off it when it's made a kill. Podencos coincidentally are said to be the most cat-like of dogs and have an impressive ability to leap into the air to get a good view of their quarry, then to pounce and grab the little blighters by the neck. Go rabbit-hunting with a Podenco, and you can leave your rifle at home.
There are a few of them in our village, including one particularly handsome devil, solid sand in colour, who came into our house once while helping to deliver a fridge (long story). He then disappeared, and his owner Antonio practically accused us of kidnapping him. But after an extensive search of our back bedroom, he was found in the village square with his nose up another dog's bottom. The Podenco that is, not Antonio.Get to know Antonio's Podenco, Vraclaw the Czech family's part long-haired daschund and part something else, our gentle old mongrel friend Luna and any number of fearsomely professional sheepdogs - not to mention cats, goats, sheep, chickens, horses, birds and lizards. Simply book a week or two at our beautiful Juviles village house. Sleeps five from only £200/€250 a week, and STILL AVAILBLE FOR EASTER.
Anyway, is it just me, or is there a serious inconsistency in publicly declaring that you're going to take a dog from a rescue centre, and then specifying that it has to be one of the rarest and most expensive breeds in the world? Maybe the logic is that the Obamas say they want a Portuguese Water Dog, thousands of thick Americans still suffering from Obamamania go out and order PWD puppies for themselves, realise they can't look after them what with not having any fish to herd, and give them to the Washington DC equivalent of Battersea Dogs' Home. Obama's little girls then get to take their pick from hundreds of pups, they get a PWD for free and they do their bit to help out the poor abandoned doggies. Aww!
More non-native species fun in Granada province

A pair of Guardia Civil were called to a motorway service station at Loja (in the West of Granada, past the airport) to “arrest” a Coati last weekend. This racoon-like omnivore is native to South American forests, but this one, presumably an abandoned pet, was found rummaging in bins for food. The elite law enforcement professionals managed to lure the Coati into a cage using bits of bread, then “detained” him in a police cell while they phoned around zoos to see if anyone wanted him, but nobody did. (I’d have had him, but they didn’t call me.) It calls to mind the old joke about the Guardia who finds a penguin one morning. “Take him to the zoo” says his commanding officer. Later that day the chief sees the Guardia walking down the high street, hand in hand with the penguin. “I told you to take that bird to the zoo” he says. “I did,” replies the junior officer. “We had a lovely time, and now we’re going to the pictures.”
More lynx links
Good news about the Iberian lynx for once. With 13 babies this year, the captive breeding centres are full to capacity, and there are now a total of 60 cats in the programme. Release dates for both Cordoba and Jaen provinces have been brought forward a year. The most endangered feline species on Earth, the Iberian lynx isn't yet out of the woods, so to speak, but as numbers are so small, the percentage increase in the population is highly significant. Whole article in English at the Olive Press here. Regarding the picture, I'm not sure little Eco has quite got the hang of rabbit hunting yet. She seems to have eaten one ear and saved the rest for later.
Bees for tea, anyone?

It's cold and miserable in Glasgow, snowy in the Alpujarra and the news is profoundly depressing this weekend. But as Shelley puts it, "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" We've taken a booking for May 2009, by which time some of these colourful little fellows should be back in our part of Spain. Bee-eaters, abejarucos, are regular visitors to the Alpujarra, albeit not in great numbers. I've only seen them once, but you never forget seeing birds as colourful as jockeys.
More wildlife
In Juvíles we're used to wildlife invading, what with swallows and geckos making their homes in the house itself, and any number of invertebrates calling in from time to time. It comes as more of a surprise in Scotland. Yesterday I entered the dining room to find a distressed robin flying around, and when I tried to help it out it managed to trap itself in between the sashes of the window - I'd been painting the frames. After a couple of failed attempts to free it, the bird played dead while I lifted it up and carried it out into the garden. Its tiny heart was beating like a drum, but it flew off in what looked like a perfectly healthy state. I didn't have the presence of mind to find the camera, so I had to get this shot online. (Although they live in the UK all year round they've become a symbol of winter, and it seems to be against the law to photograph robins without snow.)You might see a European robin while staying at our place in Juvíles; the distribution goes all the way down to Mauritania. Other likely sightings depending on the season include hoopoes, black redstarts, bee eaters, Bonelli's eagle, vultures and not far away on the coast, flamingos. There are supposed to be naturalised parrots around, though I've never seen one. There are lots and lots of sparrows, too.
Poor unfortunate wee foca
Ideal Digital today reports on the entirely unexpected arrival of an injured seal - una foca in Spanish - on the beach at Motril. Makes a change from half-drowned illegal immigrants. The distressed creature has now been transferred to Malaga, where it's getting better, but nobody yet knows where it came from. Motril has a bit of previous regarding unexplained non-native species - read one of my posts about the town's famous social-housing python infestation here.
Arbubilla link
I'm very fond of the hoopoe. Known as arbubilla in Spanish and upupa epops in scientific Latin, all its names seem to be onomatopoeic renditions of its call. They're not uncommon around Juviles and we saw a pair the other week when we were driving nearby. This is not my photograph, sadly; it's from Iberia Nature. The site currently has a lovely bit of writing about hoopoes in Barcelona by Lucy Brzoska here.
...and here's an old one.
We have a new friend.
This is just ridiculous
As I expected, the attempt to fumigate the serpents of Motril failed - we learn in this Ideal article - and the occupants of the social housing blocks owned by the Junta de Andalucia are now getting brand new roofs. Watch this space for the imminent discovery of a stash of plastic pythons beneath the slates. Meanwhile, here is a worrying article that suggests more strikes are on the way. Selfish, I know, but this threatens our week's holiday, and that's serious.
Time's up for the Motril snakes

The Motril mother and her daughters are living on borrowed time now. The latest plan is to fumigate the roof tomorrow (Tuesday), once the human inhabitants of the block have been decanted. On the far right of this shot you can just make out the head of a snake - probably. Surely fumigation will only kill the snakes if they are under the roof when the smoke is applied, though? If they're sunbathing on the top again, they'll probably just sneeze a bit and carry on eating pigeon's eggs. It seems the caged-rabbit trap failed, as did an attempt by residents (reported at the weekend) to get the Junta de Andalucia to pay for a complete new roof. Link to latest here.
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