Robin - 9
Whitethroat - 2
Chaffinch - 1
Pied Flycatcher - 2
In the evening we dined at the home of Jambas in the village. We were made very welcome and I have to say his green wine was excellent. He showed a photograph of himself holding his baby son on one arm and a Golden Eagle under the other. The eagle looked at least three times the size of the baby and carrying a new born lamb would be no problem for it. Jambas by the way is an expert at trapping eagles.
Bonelli's Country
The day dawned bright and calm with the nets already opened by my two stalwarts. Trainees take note. The Young Pretender has (Editor Note: Scouse Ringer would like to state that days of being a trainee are long behind him...but would welcome someone to put the nets up for him). After an excellent breakfast prepared as ever by Paulo we did the net rounds. It was to be a busy morning and we each took responsibility for different net lines. Later we were joined by Jambas and his wife Barbara. Paulo Ferreira (PJF) also joined us in the late morning having made the long trip from Aveiro. He got his reward.
Firecrest (Regulus igniacapilus)
The catch was dominated by Sylvia Warblers and they accounted for exactly fifty per cent of the 142 birds of 25 species ringed. Blackcaps dominated the catch and 50 were ringed. One Subalpine warbler was ringed, in keeping with the results elsewhere. One unusual event was the capture of a Grasshopper Warbler in the top pocket—by no means my first but the site was- in the trees. A single Chiffchaff was caught and there was no sign of its Iberian cousins. The third species of wagtail for the trip was a Grey Wagtail caught typically by the stream. The variety of species was very good with some nice species for PJF.
When he arrived we had a new species for him, a Woodlark, one of two caught. He was also re-acquainted with two species he had ringed with me last year, Rock Bunting and Crested Tit. I know he felt the long drive was worth it.
Crested Tit (Parus cristatus)
Subalpine Warbler - 1
Garden Warbler - 7
Whitethroat - 11
Sardinian Warbler - 2
Chiffchaff - 1
Willow Warbler - 3
Grasshopper Warbler - 1
Firecrest - 1
Pied Flycatcher - 10
Robin - 12
Redstart - 3
Blackbird - 7
Blue Tit - 4
Great Tit - 3
Crested Tit - 1
Long tailed Tit - 2
Short-toed Treecreeper - 1
Serin - 2
Chaffinch - 9
Woodlark - 2
Grey Wagtail - 1
Cirl Bunting - 2
Rock Bunting - 1
Azure Winged Magpie - 5
TOTAL: 142
After a late lunch, with more of the excellent green wine, and the donkeys had been milked we went off birding. Jambas had promised to show me a Bonelli’s Eagle so off we went to the Douro. The journey took us to places my Volvo or the camper van could not go. I feared for the Land Rover but Jambas was obviously well used to the terrain. We stopped high above the Douro looking across to Spain and waited patiently seeing Crag Martins and some Swifts. Paulo also saw a Goshawk and a Rock Sparrow put in a brief appearance. The scenery was magnificent and the weather glorious but there was no sign of an eagle. We waited patiently and then in the distance on the Spanish side a Bonelli’s appeared. Jambas assured us it was a Bonelli’s but it was distant and I could not see any plumage details. It was quickly lost to view but then another appeared in the same area. This was more obliging and it drifted closer to us. We watched as it glided from right to left along the slopes above the gorge giving superb views. It looked as though it would continue off into the distance but it did a u-turn and we were treated to another flypast giving even better views before turning and disappearing up river. Then the first one re-appeared so I was treated not one but to two Bonelli’s. Thanks Jambas.
José Jambas - The man, the myth, the legend!
Jambas was eager to show us one of favourite places so off we set to the Land Rover. The time for daylight was running short. Another fast journey over rough tracks was followed by a brisk walk over rocks and through scrub to another view of the Douro. It was almost brown trouser time for me as Jambas took me to the edge of a shear drop to show me a roosting Griffon Vulture directly below. The scenery was fantastic and I could happily have stayed there for a few hours but daylight was fading. As we returned to the Land Rover a Nightjar flew past and as we drove on our way to the road I saw another.
The next stop was Mogadouro and the restaurant for the famous steak. It was a must for me and is fast becoming a tradition for us. The steaks are massive and cooked on an open fire. They are from locally bred cattle and are very tender. Last year I managed to eat it all but with the late lunch I have to admit I failed this time. Then it was back to Atenor for a final night in the camper van before returning to Brasfemes.
















