Get the jizz

According to our illustrious visitor, John, you have to get the jizz. And we have. Here are just some of the birds we can recognise just from the way they fly and behave.

First up is the Bee Eater. See them on telegraph wires as you drive along. Smashing!

Then the Booted Eagle

and the Crested Lark -

an unassuming little bird, quite rare, according to John, in the UK. We saw several yesterday, but nonetheless charming for being relatively common here.

And this unbelievable little chap, the Hoopoe, was to be seen just a few hours ago on nextdoor's TV aerial. As close as that. Wow!

The Serin and Sardinian Warbler (who doesn't seem to want to upload but has a black head and a red eye) live in our garden. And finally for now . . .

John was lucky to see the stilt here. It was temporarily resident until the standing water on the spare ground up the road finally dried out this week. And the mosquitoes stopped breeding there too. Thank goodness. Terry had nearly run out of Deet.

More breakfast for J

Debbie and John went back home yesterday and we're missing them. Here they are on the rocks with Terry. These particular rocks are in the next village and are the most photographed view in Murcia. Quite weird - the rocks that is - and if you click to enlarge, you might just see ET in the top right-hand corner.





And when yours truly, the curator of the Calle Islas Baleares cactus garden, snapped them again, in front of said garden and Miguel's artwork, Debbie had just had a painful encounter encounter with Spike. Ouch!



Sorry to lay this one one you, Jo, but they loved the oysters to die for at The Miramar just as much as you did. Never mind - more in August, eh?








Lovely visit, lovely pressie - a fig tree named Jizz. Why Jizz? Well, you could look it up in Chambers or you could wait for a future posting that just may explain it all. Anyway, in the fullness of time, more fresh breakfasts for Joody, thanks to the inexhaustible tree planter - no blisters this time.