We arrived at the usual piso to find all was well.
Until I had to visit to the restroom which was out of order - or 'the bog was bust' as we Brits would say. The local plumber couldn't come until 7pm the next day.
So, the following day we drove to the Parc Natural where we saw purple heron, marsh harrier, spotted crake, bee eater, roller, hoopoe, reed warbler, fan tailed warbler, green sandpiper etc...(do you really want to know all this?)
Then home to get out of the heat and wait for the plumber ...... and look what I found.
He was a very brave herring gull with a damaged wing - so he couldn't escape from the terrace. Herring gulls are big birds - he was knee high, had a fearsome beak and was looking at me expectantly.
And I was fresh out of herrings.
What to do?
If he stayed there he would die - slowly.
If we managed to lift him over the wall he would fall to the ground and die slowly.
I couldn't find the number for the Spanish equivalent of Bill Oddie or the RSPB ... and he was still looking at me.
Should we let nature take its course?
Averting his eye (and beak) I threw a sheet over him, lifted him into a box and we drove back to the visitors' centre at the Parc.
A nice señora inspired our confidence as she took him in. I doubt if the wing could be fixed - but the vet would do the right thing by my new friend.
He's probably in Herring Heaven by now.
How did Gulliver know we were birders?
The plumber didn't show up - but the loo miraculously started working again.
Excellent - I needed a rest.