Today was a day of birdsong: of nightingales without end, of golden orioles and hoopoes. It was a day to watch bee-eaters, pelicans, grey herons, night herons flying over the lake. It was a day to watch sows idling away the morning under a shady tree, or goats commandeering the hillside. Or to see a wild tortoise lumbering across the path.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
What delights for the senses, Margaret! All those different birds to see and hear, for a start
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A morning of total delight, Sue.
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Perfect!
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Happy pigs and goats, lovely to see.
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Yes indeed, free to wander and feed at will. Free range in every sense
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What fun you are having, thanks for sharing.
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We are. Glad to bring memories back for you too.
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We had nightingales, dry river beds, water mills, a ruined castle and good company this morning. Lemon drizzle cake and feet up now for a while. Sounds like the perfect holiday for you 🤗🌺🌸💟
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So we’re both having good times. Excellent.
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Lucky, you! You were able to see and capture a turtle 😀 😀
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Better than that Cee. He chose to regard my legs as an ideal bridge to walk beneath!
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So many birds! This must be a birdwatching holiday. You are having an amazing time.
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We are having an astonishing time: nature watching rather than bird watching.
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What truly lovely countryside. And those pigs – what happy souls they look.
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Aren’t they just?
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I do so love pigs!
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Me too Peter.
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a perfect day xx
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It really was. You’ll have lovely memories of similar ones xx
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Every day of postcards you send to us seems to trump the days before. This sounds truly wonderful!
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Oh goodness, Sandra. No pressure then … Yes, it was a half hour of utter peace.
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Not surprised you’re seeing hoopoes as apparently they thrive in less polluted environments. First bird and only bird (apart from domestic chickens) I remember from where I was born.
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Interestingly, my first sight of hoopoes was in a very busy square in Valencia some years ago. Were yours UK hoopoes ?
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No, I was born in Kuwait and they visited the arid garden my parents attempted to create.
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Lovely photos Margaret. I feel quite transported in space and time.
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Good. It was truly unforgettable
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