Well, that was better!B
The day didn't look much cop at first, with a solid overcast and steady rain, but by 09.50 the rain was easing and the overcast was breaking, so we hit the road.
I was looking at a map on the wall of our digs last night and noticed a few small villages on quiet roads between Ortaca and the coast that didn't appear on my road map, so we set off to see what was there.
Shortly after turning south from Ortaca, with the light still poor and the rain still just tailing off, I spotted three birds that weren't doves and not hooded crows sitting on some wires a few metres into a field, so I stopped to see what they were. Good move.
Three red-footed falcons, two males and a female, drying out after the rain. A good start.
A few km further on, driving slowly along a quiet road with the windows open, I couldn't believe my luck. A river warbler was singing from some undergrowth within feet of me. I stopped and gave it some time, hoping it would appear for the camera. It appeared, but it flicked across a track to some reeds, showing its undertail and looking like it might show well, but in a couple of seconds of climbing the reeds it went back into cover and I never got it in focus. Can't win them all, I suppose. Lifer.
A couple of km further on a roller sat on some roadside wires and let us park close. Just about a couple of hundred metres past that a raptor sitting on a pole in a pomegranate orchard turned out to be a male Montagu's that allowed time for a couple of shots before it went off.
The road led us to Sagrigerme, which didn't produce much, but a pair of steppe buzzards displaying above a cliff were the first of the trip.
I found a track to investigate and followed it for a few km, spotting a group of lesser kestrels hunting over a field on the opposite side of the track from a cliff. We stopped and had our sandwiches while we watched them, but the light was poor and they were a bit distant, so we pressed on. The only bird of note was a masked shrike that perched briefly on a wire, so after a while I turned back to go to look for the lesser kestrels in still-improving conditions.
When I pulled up at the spot there was nothing to be seen at first. Then I spotted three falcons overhead. But they weren't the kestrels. They were three juvenile peregrines, sparring along the cliff top and also perching, while an adult hung overhead before departing. Then six lesser kestrels turned up, so the entertainment really began. The peregrines played overhead, engaging in dog fights, while the lesser kestrels hunted the field opposite. At one point I had the three peregrines perched on a rock, with twelve lesser kestrels hunting the filled and a short-toed eagle hanging overhead. Then just as the short toed eagle had left I got my eye on a falcon drifting by that looked 'wrong'.
A pale phase Eleonora's, in view with three peregrines and twelve lesser kestrels all at the same time, and the sun was getting out.
One of the peregrines flew in with a kill and although I can't be certain, looking at the image on the back of my camera shows what appear to be the yellow legs and white wing patches of a little bittern.
This was just brilliant entertainment and we spent an hour and forty minutes lapping it up before we departed and left the falconfest behind. B

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The roller was still posing for snaps by the side of the road, by now in full sunlight, but the river warbler had either departed or was saving its voice for the evening performance.
What a cracking day this turned out to be.
Tonight I will be mostly drinking raki.B
