I didn’t find a great variety of bird life in Barcelona, but the birds I did see had some great urban attitude.
A pigeon grooming herself on a martyr?
This Monk Parakeet knew that I wanted his photo and was not going to have it. After some chasing I captured this. He was the only one with a tag around the neck. I have no idea why.
Dapper.
This guy hangs out under the bridge by Bellevue.
This leucistic sparrow was out gathering food in the Tiergarten yesterday. Notice the strange arrangement of white feathers on her head and back. She didn’t want to be photographed and was hopping away from me.
Below is a pigeon with feathered legs and toes running away from an approaching horde of rambunctious teenagers. I was running away from them too, hence the single blurry photo.
Today was the first full sunny day in as long as I can remember. We have had a few hours of sun here and there over the past few weeks, but it has always passed quickly and never seems to totally dispel the gloom. But today was different, and I took advantage of it by taking a meandering route on my errands. First I stopped by the gathering in the Spree, to check on the usual crowd. I didn’t see the little grebe this time, but everyone else was there. A man on the opposite bank was throwing bread in the water, so the whole mass of birds slowly moved into his vicinity, making quite a ruckus on the way. The coots are very funny when they decide to fly. They begin by running along the water, kicking it up behind them, and flapping their wings like mad. When they finally alight it seems a marvel that they can fly at all. Above is a photo of one of the coots about to take off. Continue reading