A couple of weeks ago, after several months of virtually no
rainfall, we had a ferocious storm, with thunder, lightning, torrential rain
and giant hail stones. The mountains turned a January white in June and the caminos
became rivers. The main dry river bed rambla, ran half a metre deep with muddy
water, all the way to the Ria Almanzora.
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| The rambla running |
While we were taking in this spectacle, we spotted a lone
golden eagle struggling high in the sky against this deluge.
Now I am very sorry to report that the Barranco has one fewer
golden eagle; because while out walking the dogs this morning, they found its
shrunken body.
I collected some of its still beautiful feathers.
Hopefully, new birds will take its place. I remember well
the day we climbed up the mountain and witnessed a dozen young golden eagles
departing on their annual migration. Perhaps one of those will return.
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| Young golden eagles starting their migration from the Sierra Estancias |
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