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I seem to be naming the creatures who wander, fly or crawl into our lives and cause us some amusement. Although I will state here, it’s actually my wife who names them I just comment.

Take Git! He is a small no medium-sized Gecko who can be found in the battery house and seems to wait for my wife to arrive to turn on the inverter. Then I hear ‘You little git don’t do that’. Git sits on the panel bar then just as she reaches for the switch he makes a dart up the wall, we both know they wont hurt us but after her experiences with the odd Hissing Sid any sudden movement makes her jump, which explains why all doors and windows have net frames.

Well the other evening we came home from town to find a small version of Git between the fly screen frame and the front door. My wife opened the outer door and the little git slid under the main door into the hall. Leaving both doors wide open my wife then disappeared inside telling me the gecko was behind one of the water bottles under the book shelf. So there I am on hands and knees trying to see this little thing which had put its self into the corner and was playing ‘you can’t see me’; however once it knew it was spotted it tried to make a break for it but I managed to shoo it out of the door without hurting it. Later that night I heard my wife on her way to turn off the generator ‘oh no you don’t you Git’ apparently Git himself was sitting on the wall above the doorway, she presumed, in the hope of a quick dive into the warm.

I will admit they are noisy blighter’s, we had enough of them in the little house when we first moved here all night long chatting to each other then we both used to shout SHUT UP!!!   

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Since I have not been doing the driving into town I have been able to sit in the passenger seat and watch the river while my wife drove. It was during one such trip that I noticed a heron standing in the same spot at the end of an island several days running, still as a rock looking for his dinner. He looked fit and healthy standing tall and still, until that is Monday, when I noticed he was out in the river up to his bum in water, why I remarked  did he have to move from what looked a perfect fishing site. My wife who when we were home in the UK chased several Herons from our fish pond, remarked that probably being true to form he’d been a right erbert and eaten all the fish in the shallows.   She hoped he could swim as there are some rather large cat-fish in the Ebro he’d make a nice snack for someone…

It has been some days now since I have been down the river road but the other day I saw Erbert sitting on some weed head tucked into his shoulders looking very sad. I did wonder if he had eaten all the fish in that small area of eddies, but later that afternoon things became clear. The petanca courts are by the river and I noticed a large flock of cormorants being buzzed by a fish eagle, who obviously  did not appreciate their greedy ways. So hopefully Erbert has an ally in him even albeit a strange one.

For several days now we have not seen Erbert at his usuall spot and were wondering if he had eaten all the fish there, however, we noticed the river has risen and his ‘perch’ was underwater.  So imagine my surprise when at the petanca courts I glanced across the river and there on the other bank with some Egrets was Erbert, like a swan in a duck pond.

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Izzy is back.  The other night I nearly trod on him, he tends to get under your feet and unless you’re aware of him its difficult. Anyway, after a little persuasion he posed for these photos, however I am not sure whether he was still miffed with me or playing ‘I’m standing still so you can’t see me’.

 

The other day when we were tidying the garden, my wife was trimming round the olive tree when she noticed a lizard hunting around in the trimmings. She was quite taken with it as it was not bothered by a couple of humans moving around, rather WE had to watch where we put our feet. I could hear her talking to IZZY (yes she named it) and as she would normally run a mile at the sight of a reptile, I was amazed that she was in fact quite taken with Izzy. He was a brownish colour with a reddish/brown section on his sides.

Anyway after a while we stopped gardening to have some lunch and get ready for Petanca. As my wife was returning from the garden she noticed that Izzy had taken up a position by the walnut tree, from where he could look for food. At last his waiting and searching paid off, a grasshopper landed near him and whoosh he was out grabbed his lunch then sat by the step munching.  I have said before that at times this forest shows a little bit of its magic.

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One of the nicest things about living here is the night sky. After my weekend game of petanca we stopped off at the Club Nautique for a drink – strange thing there since the fiesta the patrons seem to have vanished, people we normally see are no longer around such a shame – but I digress. 

After dinner my wife and I went up on the roof and sat on the loungers watching the stars.  We are in what can only be described as a halo of night sky, no background scatter just dark,  sprinkled with lots of twinkling lights. There is an aura of reflected light over the hill in front  and the maser behind, and to the left we can look down the valley towards the mountain range that separates us from the coast its above these that you get a sense of the towns behind them as the light scatter is quite large and bright. 

Looking up you see the dusty shadow of the Milky Way, like a faint cloud stretching from east to west. I can understand how the acient astrologers made pictures of the stars. Now and again a plane would wink its way across the sky and a satellite wobble or whiz over head. Sitting there in the quiet we could hear the owls calling to one another the odd dog barking perhaps a pig was near its finca, then suddenly the midges were there then whoosh, small bats came to feed, silently diving and darting around us. The first one to arrive made us jump but it was fascinating to watch them.

Then it began to get cold (nearly 2am) so it was time for bed.  The hunters arrived this morning around 7am so Autumn is on its way, next thing is olive picking but that’s another story…..

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