Showing posts with label Olhos De Agua. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olhos De Agua. Show all posts

Monday, January 04, 2010

26th Dec 2009: Olhos De Agua, the Algarve, Portugal

What's this? A sunny day! The only day during our stay when the sun shone throughout.



All week long Hoopoes had been hard to get close to, but this one was enjoying its sunny perch too much to be bothered to move. Today I had promised to show my eldest daughter her favourite 'Upupa epops', and thanks to this bird. I was able deliver with some panache!



Ta da!



While we were gawwping at the Hoopoe, a Common Buzzard flew over and took a good look at us.



Our local beach. What a difference a bit of sun makes!



This looks SO much better than it would in July!



There were only a few sunbathers around - this Lesser Black-backed Gull...



...and a nice flock of Sanderlings...



...including this ringed (but sadly, not leg-flagged) bird (centre).







Flushed by a beachcomber!



The cliffs just behind the beach were surprisingly busy with birds, including tail-shivering Black Redstarts,



cliff-hugging Blue Rock Thrushes,

and lots of birds feeding on berries in the coarse undergrowth...





Male and female Eurasian Blackbirds



House Sparrows



Serins



Chiffchaffs









and singing Sardinian Warblers - easy to hear - difficult to see well!



With all that small bird activity, it must have been a good spot for this Eurasian Kestrel to go hunting.



On our walk home in the late afternoon, I got distracted by a few low-flying Eurasian Crag Martins, looking deceptively similar to Sand Martins at first glance.







With better views, I found the contrast between the pale-based flight feathers and the dark underwing coverts quite distinctive.



The white tail spots were only visible when the tail was spread.






















The insects which the martins were feeding on also attracted a Chiffchaff.

























A Spotless Starling to round off a good day!

25th December 2009: Olhos De Agua, the Algarve, Portugal

It was a different Christmas! We had booked lunch at a Chinese Restaurant in town, but as a good many of us were down with some kind of sickness, only a reduced crowd attended. After lunch a walk along the beach was in order to try to walk off some of those calories!







Some Great Cormorants sleeping off their Christmas lunch!



I don't normally photograph this species, but as it looked relatively wild and in its natural habitat, I snapped this Rock Dove/Feral Pigeon on a sea stack. Whether the Algarve has a relict population of wild birds I know not, but it looked good!





More Ruddy Turnstones.





A Whimbrel fly-past and another sitting on the cliffs, not a place you normally expect to see one.



Doughnut in the sky over Albufeira harbour.

Friday, January 01, 2010

24th December 2009: Olhos De Agua, the Algarve, Portugal

A selection of photos from within walking distance of our rented accommodation...






Azure-winged Magpies were numerous and noisy but also exceptionally difficult to get close to. These shots were the best I managed all week.




Partridges in Western Europe don't quite have the same mystique as partridges in Asia, but Red-legged Partridges are nonetheless pretty smart birds.



My only lifer of the trip was the not terribly inspiring Spotless Starling. This was the only view I got of one on the ground.



Mountainous waves and a thick mist of salt-spray meant I had to keep my optics under wraps, but there were a few birds passing - like this flock of Black-headed Gulls...



There were several 'Bonxies' or Great Skuas, all well out to sea.



And a lone Sandwich Tern flew past just offshore.



...as did a Great Cormorant.



One of the resident Yellow-legged Gulls.



A few Ruddy Turnstones provided plenty of photo-opportunities on the beach.



These small reddish bivalves washed up on the tideline seemed to be the prey of choice.



Once one was found it was whisked away to a solitary spot suitably distant from other turnstones.



The shellfish's muscle was no match for the chisel bill of the turnstone, and before long, the succulent-looking white flesh was extracted, shaken and eaten.





Some birds preferred to hunt on the beach, others preferred the rockpools, where they seemed fairly unconcerned by the .regular surges of breaking surf.





Getting flight shots was a challenge as the sun was always on the seaward side, so getting the light behind me meant getting wet feet!