. My life among the wild birds in Spain . re to be seen circling, ever watchful for some defunct beast, andnow and again the sharp bark of the Eagle is heard as he callsto his mate. Needless to say, the Harriers are ever with one,incessantly quartering the plain and at intervals dropping intothe reeds in quest of prey and Kestrels are diligently seekingthe insects which are in such profusion. As you ride past the herds of mares and cattle, the WhiteEgrets flutter off the backs of the beasts they are tending, whilstothers stalk round the recumbent animals, from time to timemaking quick thrusts
. My life among the wild birds in Spain . re to be seen circling, ever watchful for some defunct beast, andnow and again the sharp bark of the Eagle is heard as he callsto his mate. Needless to say, the Harriers are ever with one,incessantly quartering the plain and at intervals dropping intothe reeds in quest of prey and Kestrels are diligently seekingthe insects which are in such profusion. As you ride past the herds of mares and cattle, the WhiteEgrets flutter off the backs of the beasts they are tending, whilstothers stalk round the recumbent animals, from time to timemaking quick thrusts with their bright yellow bills at sometempting object. Big Ocellated lizards, as well as smaller greenand brown ones, and snakes of all sizes which have been sunningthemselves, make off at speed on our approach. The air is full ofthe hum of insects, and the liquid tinkle of a thousand concerros,the big copper bells worn by mares and cattle alike, makes anharmonious accompaniment to the hundred and one sounds of theAndalucian
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