STORKS MIGRATION IN SPAIN

It seems that nature has been arrested in the month of August, but not so in every corner, anywhere you see the living nature. Are these days, days of hustle and bags for all, we went on HOLIDAY or at least a few days of rest and holiday, here in the northern hemisphere. Storks (ciconnia ciconnia) as well.

On arriving in early spring to occupy their old nests and to find a mate and bell towers and telephone poles in our cities received them with joy and happiness. Prenuptial migration call. There have been raising their chickens the first part of summer. We saw in the Guadalquivir in April (http://laescapadadelturistaaccidental.blogspot.com/2010/04/parque-nacional-de-donana-la-marisma.html) and photographed in their nests in May of Empordà wetlands (WWW.laescapadadelturistaaccidental.blogspot.com/2010/05/aiguamols-del-emporda-sendero-del-mas.html)  Well it's time to march and go home, it is time to return to Africa.

And those who have chosen to do, not want to stay in Spain, we see the grasslands of Extremadura, Andalusia along the banks, marshes and fields Huelva and Cadiz Janda together in large groups, last energy store, wait change the wind and currents traced circles to reach the top of the sky and take in the thousands, it is believed that more than 80,000 birds, go back home.

So are these days in Spain, days of looking at the sky and watch them navigate the clear idea of crossing the Straits of Gibraltar at the time when the east wind stop blowing.

CICONIIDAE. WHITE STORKS/CIGÜEÑA BLANCA (ciconia ciconia)

Spring has fully entered in Spain, the abrupt changes of time and in light of the days lengthen, we are giving the idea that winter should definitely go. There is fun in our trees, the birds breed their offspring. The swallows, who are passing through, take the opportunity to get their broilers. The new leaf on every tree is green and the fields are filled with colors.

And that is when the storks, residents and who wanted to stop in our towns and cities to take advantage of nests splashing each church roof, each light pole each of our fields and the branches of the trees. Once installed and with both parents occupy the nest, the orchestra begins peaks claks that resonate in the narrow streets of the peoples of our country. It is the marriage rite of the spouses. In La Rioja, the town of Alfaro, have a lookout because there are thousands, and there are people on the peninsula that boasts not having his bell topped with a nest of these beautiful birds. It's time to take the little ones to see them and begin to realize the importance know about our biodiversity.
 
La primavera ya ha entrado totalmente, los cambios bruscos del tiempo y la luz de los días que se alargan, nos van dando a la idea que el invierno debe marchar definitivamente. Hay jolgorio en nuestros árboles, las aves crian su prole. Las golondrinas, que van de paso, aprovechan para sacar sus pollos. La hoja nueva verdea en todos los árboles y los campos se llenan de colores.

Y ese es el momento en que las cigüeñas, las residentes y las que han querido parar en nuestros pueblos y ciudades aprovechan para salpicar de nidos cada tejado de iglesia, cada poste de luz de nuestros campos y cada rama alta de las arboledas. Una vez instaladas y con ambos progenitores ocupando el nido, comienza la orquesta de picos entrochocados que resuenan en las callejas de los pueblos de nuestra geografía. Es el rito nupcial de los esposos. En La Rioja, en Alfaro, tienen un mirador ya que se cuentan por miles, y no hay pueblo en la península que se precie que no tenga su campario coronado por un nido de estas hermosas aves. Es momento de llevara a los más pequeños a verlas y que comiencen a darse cuenta de la importancia denuestra biodiversidad.