I have just returned from the sunny isle of Menorca. The little, quieter and more thoughtful sister to the louder and more brash Majorca. Of course Majorca is the birding capital of the islands, shouting loudly with Black Vultures and Eleonoras falcons.
Menorca looks on at its loud sibling and rolls her eyes and gives a quiet tut. She is far more subtle. The birds are residing on her furtile soil and in the heated air. But you have to work for them. The bounty is there!
At the resort we unpacked and sorted ourselves out. I immediately made good use of the All Inclusive facilities with a quick pint of Estrella. The family jumped about in the pool whilst I kept my eye in the sky.
Collared doves, Sparrows and Rock Doves were everywhere providing some entertainment. I decided it was time to take a dip as the heat was quite intense. My british body, more accustomed to rain and wind was overheating.
What is that funny human doing with that long tube?
The next day I woke up early and made a beeline for some marshy land behind the main beach.
Then I made a bit of a discovery. A trail that took me into a gorge. Stunning scenery and not a soul in sight. But plenty of little birds everywhere, and some slightly bigger ones as well!
As the sun rose across the countryside I decided it was time to return for some All Inclusive scoffing and drinking.
My first thoughts were maybe a Juvenile Yellow Wagtail?