SEVENTEEN SPRINGS- EPISODE 14-8TH-14TH APRIL 2007
COVES TICKS
To church on the Sunday morning and then to the foot of the Boquer where the Irish birder I had met in a previous year was ready for raptors, and amazed me by picking up some Black Vultures flying over Tomir, which is at least 10 miles away. The afternoon was beach time playing football and digging. Scops Owls were still unavailable this holiday so far.
On the Monday we got our car- another Touran, this time in Pearl Black, and as it was raining we needed somewhere sheltered from the elements, and so decided upon the Coves d'Arta which were very impressive. The exit is out of a huge gash in the rocks overlooking a small bay, and our tour ended at just the right time, as 2 Oystercatchers flew noisily by, and then a large brilliant white seabird followed them out of the sea mist- a Gannet- so two ticks in two ticks! he rain eased somewhat, so it was off to Capdepera for lunch and Shearwaters. Then to the local Castell, which was interesting but also frightening at the same time, as with boys aged 8 and 6 and Grandad aged 82 we had to negotiate slippery stairways and totally unprotected walkways with no barriers against falling about 5 metres to the ground below. We were relieved to get out still in one piece.
Tuesday was train day, so a dash along the motorway, cutting up to Bunyola, and then a ride on the fabulous electric train from 1912 through the mountains to Soller. Lunch in the main square by the cathedral was hindered by rain starting, and we retreated back to Bunyola, and then through the Orient valley to Alaro and back on the motorway. By 2007 a placename was being heard of among British birders for the first time- Son Real- so on the Wednesday we went there- but found the main entrance from the coast road blocked for "Gate Repairs". Graham Hearl's book mentioned some remote places down a road just beyond Arta, so we sortied out to Cala Estreta on a road that deteriorated badly as we got nearer the sea. Still, it was a nice, if lonely area, and Tawny pipit and Thekla Lark were easily seen.
The Thursday seemed to become the shopping day, and the only addition to the bird list was a Tree Pipit near the Boquer finca. On Friday I felt a bit off-colour, and so staying round the hotel was the best option, especially as the weather deteriorated into rain and gales. Back form a showery Palma on the Saturday morning, we discovered BHX to be having a glorious sunny spring day- just as before- opposites of weather in Mallorca and England. This year's total was 98 species seen plus 5 heard, somewhat disappointing, but the weather was not very good. The Scops were only heard this year, and distantly at that- worrying as they had been fairly reliable until then.
POSTSCRIPT On Sunday 15th April I came out of the shower and Susan said "What's that on the back of your knee?" I realised immediately that it was a tick, and had to dash down to the A and E department at Northampton General Hospital where a nurse wrestled it in a bloody mess from behind my knee. Some antibiotics also staved off any chance of infection. I suspect it leapt aboard whilst I was eating my lunch at Cala Estreta, as i had shorts on at the time, and we sat down on the ground. Thereafter I was very careful to have long trousers on if venturing into wilder parts of the Island.
COVES TICKS
To church on the Sunday morning and then to the foot of the Boquer where the Irish birder I had met in a previous year was ready for raptors, and amazed me by picking up some Black Vultures flying over Tomir, which is at least 10 miles away. The afternoon was beach time playing football and digging. Scops Owls were still unavailable this holiday so far.
On the Monday we got our car- another Touran, this time in Pearl Black, and as it was raining we needed somewhere sheltered from the elements, and so decided upon the Coves d'Arta which were very impressive. The exit is out of a huge gash in the rocks overlooking a small bay, and our tour ended at just the right time, as 2 Oystercatchers flew noisily by, and then a large brilliant white seabird followed them out of the sea mist- a Gannet- so two ticks in two ticks! he rain eased somewhat, so it was off to Capdepera for lunch and Shearwaters. Then to the local Castell, which was interesting but also frightening at the same time, as with boys aged 8 and 6 and Grandad aged 82 we had to negotiate slippery stairways and totally unprotected walkways with no barriers against falling about 5 metres to the ground below. We were relieved to get out still in one piece.
Tuesday was train day, so a dash along the motorway, cutting up to Bunyola, and then a ride on the fabulous electric train from 1912 through the mountains to Soller. Lunch in the main square by the cathedral was hindered by rain starting, and we retreated back to Bunyola, and then through the Orient valley to Alaro and back on the motorway. By 2007 a placename was being heard of among British birders for the first time- Son Real- so on the Wednesday we went there- but found the main entrance from the coast road blocked for "Gate Repairs". Graham Hearl's book mentioned some remote places down a road just beyond Arta, so we sortied out to Cala Estreta on a road that deteriorated badly as we got nearer the sea. Still, it was a nice, if lonely area, and Tawny pipit and Thekla Lark were easily seen.
The Thursday seemed to become the shopping day, and the only addition to the bird list was a Tree Pipit near the Boquer finca. On Friday I felt a bit off-colour, and so staying round the hotel was the best option, especially as the weather deteriorated into rain and gales. Back form a showery Palma on the Saturday morning, we discovered BHX to be having a glorious sunny spring day- just as before- opposites of weather in Mallorca and England. This year's total was 98 species seen plus 5 heard, somewhat disappointing, but the weather was not very good. The Scops were only heard this year, and distantly at that- worrying as they had been fairly reliable until then.
POSTSCRIPT On Sunday 15th April I came out of the shower and Susan said "What's that on the back of your knee?" I realised immediately that it was a tick, and had to dash down to the A and E department at Northampton General Hospital where a nurse wrestled it in a bloody mess from behind my knee. Some antibiotics also staved off any chance of infection. I suspect it leapt aboard whilst I was eating my lunch at Cala Estreta, as i had shorts on at the time, and we sat down on the ground. Thereafter I was very careful to have long trousers on if venturing into wilder parts of the Island.