5:45am. I had a lay in! Mornings are getting lighter later. With another beautiful sunrise, we pottered along the coast looking like insomniacal tourists. Reading interpretation boards, looking at ancient towers and vistas, and inspecting flytipped piles. What? You don’t do that on vacation? You never know what you might find. Endless pallets, which I long to make things from, car seats, rugs, rope, dead sheep. Nice.
But of course we were looking and listening out for any wildlife crime, and also watching the horizon for incoming flocks of birds.
A few Maltese hunters were out with their shotguns along the coast. One stared longingly out to sea whilst blowing on a duck caller. Another was hidden conveniently in a spot that looked like an ideal wader foraging shore.
Silence still. Just simply no birds to shoot at? The presence of tourists (Fiona and I)? The fear of the severe punishments that have been doled out recently? A mixture of all of these things I’m sure.
If the conditions are good, birds will simply keep going all the way to Africa, and often through the night.
The greatest news is that I finally have a bedroom. Tonight I will sleep in a bed. And I have company. It seems a feral pigeon has claimed the balcony as his own. I stepped out. Unfazed, he simply shuffled along the railing a little and looked a tad grumpy. So I left him to his people watching. We shall take it in turns.
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