After leaden skies and soft rain, the landscape is washed anew. Peace and solitude lifts from damp sands and polished igneous rock. Scent wafts on drying winds.
Common Waxbill flock: colourful escapees; now unstoppable residents, alighting briefly on invasive beachside eucalyptus. Irony lost as the scene merges with low winter sun.
Weathered post, jammed between a clifftop fissure. Holding court to a lone Iberian Grey Shrike; silently watching and waiting for prey to dispatch and impale on thorn. Ritually macabre 'butcher bird'.
Flitting between tumbled boulder and crumbling rock face, Black Redstart silently move from view. Appearing briefly further up the escarpment before flying to crevices unknown.
Sea stack nests, precariously perched but safe from mammalian predation. Holding host to endless bill clacking and sky pointing. No city birds these but their rare coastal cousins; truly manic but ever engaging Cegonha-branca...