Crag Martins

I see our resident Crag Martins all year. They are the only martins I’ve seen here in the winter – I tend to spot them when walking in fallow land or on the edge of the natural park in rocky … well, craggy … places doing wonderful displays of aerobatics. Walking up the back road to Santa Ana in Canillas de Albaida, looking out over the valley towards La Maroma is a favourite spot – I think they roost in the unclad stonework of the old chapel.

Crag Martin at the nest

 

Nest and last chick to leave it

 

 

 

 

 

3 fledgelings

I see our resident Crag Martins all year. They are the only martins I’ve seen here in the winter – I tend to spot them when walking in fallow land or on the edge of the natural park in rocky … well, craggy … places doing wonderful displays of aerobatics. Walking up the back road to Santa Ana in Canillas de Albaida, looking out over the valley towards La Maroma is a favourite spot – I think they roost in the unclad stonework of the old chapel.

Crag Martin

Summer sees a pair that has nested at Sayalonga since 2015 come back to check out the site again. I know it is the same pair because one is missing a primary feather from it’s right wing, visible in flight. They have raised 6 broods of between 1 and 3 chicks since I’ve been watching, and are a delight to watch in the air.

They actively defend their nest. I’ve heard of how they aggressively attacked a stunned Woodchat Shrike (The Crash); I’ve witnessed their mobbing of a daft Red-legged Partridge that got too close the their nestside from the roof (Nest Defender).

They do have a tendency to fly into the building they are nesting on and get stuck, mistaking glass for air. At which point your bold reporter must put down the camera and get out a cap for a quick capture and release.

Now, although Crag Martins do overwinter here, I no longer feel like I am sharing my working life with them. Roll on Spring!

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Grass Hopper

Born near the sea on the east side, grew near the sea on the west side; more than 10 years down here in the south … but I’m hopping about in the mountains. Madly in love with the Natural world!

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