Missing Lynx no longer …..
In February, as noted elsewhere on this thread, my wife and I ventured into the Sierras near Andujar in search of Iberian Lynx. The naïve hispanophile might have been fooled into thinking that the almost constant noise in the background on that trip was the clattering of castanets, but I knew that sound too well to be fooled – Liz’s teeth were chattering. It was cold and, worse, wet. The animals scarcely showed and only when we were elsewhere.
Having put this previous trip behind us, we had planned to look again in September having been told that May - when were next in Spain - was a poor month for seeing the species. Fortunately, wiser counsels prevailed (thank you Jos!) so we tried again earlier this month.
We had planned to drive over in time for an evening vigil at El Encinarejo on the 4th, but instead spent two hours driving in ever decreasing circles, although ever increasing stress, looking for our accommodation. Once found the chalets at San Gines proved a pleasant base - slightly less convenient than Los Pinos, but near an open area great views and some good senderos.
We started somewhat later on the 5th than I’d hoped so we didn’t venture along the famous La Lancha track until just after 09:00. As usual, Azure-winged Magpies were everywhere (never a dull bird) and there was a good supporting cast of over birds. Having stopped and scanned a few times it was about 9:25 when we started the approach to the site of our purgatory in the winter - a sharp bend near the white concrete blocks where we elected to start our stake out. Some 300-400m short of our destination we eased round one of the many sinuous bends in the track to find ourselves looking more or less up the backside of a Lynx blithely ambling along the track to our right some 10m from the car! Gently coasting just a little further to avoid a potential accident we watched in awe as the stunning cat continued its morning passeo along the road. It veered to the left, allowing us to see that it was wearing a natty radio collar, before crossing the road right in front of us and slowly climbing the hill above the car. Sensational is the word and elated the feeling! An absolutely fantastic encounter with this feline! We later learnt that this was ‘Dingo’ and could see from the photos that it was blind in one eye.
We didn’t see another Lynx over the next couple of days, but then the pressure was off! An even luckier group of Belgians saw an uncollared Lynx trot across the ‘main road’ up to the Santuario just past the turning to El Encinarejo. This animal evidently sat down in the field near the road allowing the guys to get some fantastic shots (anyone who knows if they’ve posted the pictures somewhere please let me know).
As found on our previous trip, the international force of birders/wildlife enthusiasts (Belgian, Dutch, French and, of course, Spanish) were extremely helpful in passing on information about latest sightings, tips, etc. Sadly, the one exception was a bunch of Brits whose surliness and apparent belief that we were invisible, was amongst the most ill-mannered performances I can recall for a long time. With very few tracks over a vast area you see the Lynx on its own terms so we just got very, very lucky!