Mallorca day 11 (part 2): all along the watchtower

After a successful day searching for vultures in the Serra de Tramuntana, there was just time before dinner to return to the Albercutx Mirador at the base of the Formentor peninsula. On my first visit there the previous week I enjoyed excellent views of several Crag Martin as they hung off the sheer cliff face just below me. This evening there were none to be seen, but I could just make out a few higher up, feeding around the Albercutx Watchtower, a well-known viewpoint for migratory birds. After a short drive and an even shorter walk I approached the base of the tower to find a small flock of birds feeding in something of a holding pattern around the summit. After some trial and error I found a good spot which the Crag Martins seemed to be passing regularly, and adopted the best available strategy for photographing small brown birds belting past at high speed: spray and pray!

Crag Martin at Atalaya d'Albercutx

An insect prepares to meet its doom

Crag Martin is a pretty distinctive hirundine with white 'windows' in the fanned tail

Crag Martin

The white windows vanish when the tail is closed

View towards Boquer Valley from Albercutx

Sightseers on the Albercutx Mirador

Cairns at the Albercutx Watchtower

Albercutx Watchtower

Crag Martin

Mallorca Day 11 (part 1): back to Cuber

We did well for vultures on our previous holiday in continental Europe last summer, and while we saw both Black and Griffon Vulture on our first visit to the Cuber Reservoir on our Mallorcan summer holiday this year, they were dots on the horizon viewed through a fierce heat haze. With some lower cloud and a cooler forecast I was keen to try again for better views. The promise of not walking miles in baking heat, and lunch in the beautiful mountain village of Deia, was enough to persuade the rest of the family so we started the long climb into the mountains.

Black Vulture near Lluc Monastery - a mean looking bird

This bird gave excellent views circling above the car

Shortly after we passed the monastery at Lluc, generally considered to be about 'half way up' to Cuber, the plan paid off: George called a Black Vulture circling reasonably close above us. As the plan paid off, I paid out: our family holidays are enlivened by the promise of cash rewards to offspring who locate Dad's target birds. Loathe though I am to commercialise the practice of birding, I find it keeps them interested and keeps sharp young eyes on the skies while mine are on the road!

A view of the Black Vulture's upperwing

Another Black Vulture against bluer skies at Cuber reservoir

Arriving at Cuber another 30 minutes later we were treated to more reasonably close views of both Black and Griffon Vulture. From there it was on to Deia for refreshments and a bit of Mallorcan mountain culture.

Griffon Vulture, Cuber

Griffon Vulture

Deia had been recommended by a friend and it was well worth a visit. Built on a hilltop, we walked the narrow streets, had lunch near the beautiful church at the top of the village, and coffee in a charming youth hostel café which will live long in the memory: a real 'happy place' memory from the family holiday.

Deia in the Serra de Tramuntana

Deia

Coffee and cokes in the idyllic youth hostel café in Deia

Mallorca day 9-10: back to the swamp

Day 9 on Mallorca was another rest day. I did little more than trundle to the beach at Port de Pollenca to photograph the desmarestii sub-species of Shag which is found in the Med, and was amused to find a few revellers from the night before enjoying the early morning light on the beach. Returning via the town's La Gola nature reserve, a few more Mediterranean Flycatcher were the main highlight. My son and I did manage a brief trip to the S'Albufureta - S'Albufera's little sibling - where an Osprey, more Stilts and my first Woodchat Shrike of the trip provided some interest, but otherwise day 9 saw me subject to the tyranny of time by the swimming pool.

Marbled Duck at S'Albufera

Marbled Duck is considered globally vulnerable due to habitat loss and hunting

Six birds were present in total

Two of the flock loafing on the water's edge

I find these rest days quite stressful so resolved to get up early the next morning while everyone else was still in bed and revisit S'Albufera. The mosquito bites from my first visit had changed by this point from angry red burning wheals to angry red itchy rashes, so this time I went better prepared. Long-trousers and boots got their first outing of the holiday, but covering my arms presented a dilemma as I had only taken one long-sleeved shirt with me: a dark blue number with tan trim which my sons would describe as a 'party shirt'.

Juvenile Black-winged Stilt, S'Albufera

Over 50 Stilts were on this one pool at S'Albufera

This youngster was attempting log-balancing

Adult female Black-winged Stilt

It was not your typical birder's outfit, and I did get some funny looks from other visitors as the morning progressed, the heat rose, and the inappropriateness of my attire became more apparent. I consoled myself with the thought that these T-shirt-and-shorts folks would be itching by the time they got home, while I would smugly be bite-free, protected not just by my disco gear but by the lashings of citron-scented insect repellant procured at vast expense from a local chemist.

This young Goldfinch landed on the street in Port de Pollenca

The Mediterranean desmarestii sub-species of Shag, Port de Pollanca

Med Flycatcher at La Gola, Port de Pollenca

Med Flycatcher, Port de Pollanca

Anyway, enough catwalk talk, there was birding to be done and it started well: the fine selection of herons from my first visit were still present, with Night, Squacco and Purple Heron in a variety of plumages. Before the sun had risen convincingly, a small flock of Greater Flamingo rose briefly above the skyline, just long enough to grab a few pictures.

Glossy Ibis - commonplace at S'Albufera

Juvenile Night Heron, S'Albufera

Purple Swamphen, S'Albufera

Immature Squacco Heron, S'Albufera

All very nice, but not yet what I was hoping for. S'Albufera is a good site for the Marbled Duck, a globally threatened species classified as 'vulnerable' by the IUCN and I had yet to see one anywhere in the world. Fellow Dorset resident Marcus Lawson had provided some potential site details including a lagoon on the edge of the reserve, but this had dried out in the summer heat unfortunately. The deepest water at this time of year would be on the main reserve and sure enough, as I entered a hide on the Sa Roca trail, first one, then two, and eventually half a dozen of these attractive waterfowl gathered in front of the hide. A good morning then, even though Moustached Warbler continued to elude me.

Greater Flamingo at S'Albufera

The flock held 13 birds in total

Adult Red-knobbed Coot at S'Albufera

Juvenile Red-knobbed Coot at S'Albufera

It was a productive return to the swamp, but one of the best moments of the day was yet to come: as I made my way home via the Port de Pollenca ring road, two large soaring white birds with black wing tips caught my eye. My instinctive reactive was 'White Stork' but on pulling over for a better view it became clear they were in fact Egyptian Vultures - a bird I had hoped to see on the trip but had been advised could be very difficult!

Egyptian Vulture, Port de Pollenca

Egyptian Vulture, Port de Pollenca

Egyptian Vulture, Port de Pollenca

Woodchat Shrike on the back roads to S'Albufureta

Mallorca day 8: a rest day (almost)

After the exertions of Dragonera, family enthusiasm for another Dadventure remained lower than a limbo-dancer's back, but as we entered week two I couldn't face spending all day by the pool/on the beach so made an early morning return to Formentor. I fell in love with it on our first visit and, being just a short drive away, it was no hardship to leave the rest of the family snoozing and retrace my steps.

Sunrise over Formentor

The same view a couple of hours later

Formentor

The view from Formentor back towards Boquer Valley

The same scruffy Blue Rock Thrush was hanging around the lighthouse as on my first visit, but there were no close encounters with Warblers this time. The birding may not have delivered then, but the light - oh the light! - certainly did: the view at dawn was spectacular, as was the partial cloud sea which developed as the sun rose.

The male Blue Rock Thrush at Formentor - a slight case of 'body off Baywatch, face off Crimwatch'

I tried to make him look good with a more flattering camera angle

Almost dapper in this one

The female Blue Rock Thrush backlit on the cliffs of Formentor