Saturday July 4, 2009. 20:00.
While strolling in the first local holiday of summer, some friends tell me that they had remembered me, and argued two reasons. "Today we went in the afternoon at the Chapel, and saw vultures. "More and more, right?" I strove to clarify their doubts and to raise the current scenario Gyps fulvus in northern Galicia, while eagerly awaiting the second of his reasons to see their faces seemed to mean "and see what comes next." Not long in coming.
"A while later we saw a large grassland bird that is frightened many away. Her white wings, and looked like something from a goose. But it was not a goose. " My schemes are put upside down. At that time my head had already transformed into a kind of database that would check several possible species of birds per second. I decided to take action and ask.
What color was it? "More or brownish yellow, but there were also shades of gray and brown. The times we saw him flying up the white wings. "
stork Would not it be kind, I asked to remove doubts surface. "No way!!. We are tired of seeing storks in Spain, we saw many times. It was a huge bug, the wings can that were as big as those of a stork, but he had long legs like a heron or a stork, and was very suspicious. And would not let us see it with binoculars from the car, and we were pretty far. Quick went flying, and that it was hard up. Seemed I would not be able to take off, "he replied with a flourish.
But it was a bird of prey, no? "No, no, I'm telling you that the workmanship was kind goose, but I thought so."
In my mind had already discarded groups and families of birds, from herons to the ducks. I suddenly turned on a light.
Was in a wet meadow or puddle?. The answer was negative. "No, always perched in open grassland, and dry grass."
That looked like one of those popular television shows in which one must be ruled out possibilities until you find the right answer. And I already had mine given the tone of the bird, its size, behavior and habitat. Even the scattering of the species phenology coincided with the dates we drove. The bustard (Otis tarda ), that was my bet. Contrasted more questions and all I had to close my band more about this option.
A bustard in the north more north of Galicia, which I needed to see ...
Of course, the next morning I was present in the mountains of a cappella, binoculars in hand. However, the warm evening of the previous day had been transformed by the grace of the local climate variable in a dense fog seasoned with an equally intense orballo I did not see a donkey to three feet. And so I spent the morning looking for the impossible.
who only went to meet a fox (Vulpes vulpes ), so typical of these days "golpeiros (local coup is named the fox or fox).
A bustard between Cedeira and Honey, what things ...
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