A Little owl (Athene noctua, Sp. mochuelo), perching on an aerial of a ten-story house, in town, in Cáceres. Yesterday afternoon, we heard the double 'ki-iu' call and there it was, on the rooftop of the building across the street. This was a perching favourite for a family of kestrel last spring, too. You see, as I keep saying, Extremadura should translate into English as 'Birdland'. The same as we have Greenland or the Netherlands (the low lands), Extremadura should and no mistake be called Birdland. This afternoon at around 1 p.m. I looked in the same direction just in case and there it was, again. By the time I took out my videocamera, some maintenance work scared it but at around 4:30 p.m. we at home heard the unmistakable call and there it is yet, as I write these very lines. A pity work is also calling me, and a long working weekend, for one, awaits me, depite the beautiful afternoon we're having at the moment. That's life in the mid-sized Spanish city, I suppose.Saturday: today, in the morning, it called again but it wasn't alone...
... and on Saturday afternoon I finally caught its eye, bright olive, to my delight:
And evening came, fledged with different,
golden hues:
Finally, I got a video of the pair at dusk a week later:
