One day, we went to an abandoned house. More like a mini-castle. On a hill close to Cordoba, where we were based.
There was a family of Lesser Kestrels that flew out of it when we arrived, and soon we found out why: at least one couple (were they a family? Or just couples living together?) had a teeny tiny little chick resting in the eaves of the house. I managed to take lots and lots of photos – they were obviously very worried and we left without wasting time. I picked up a few feathers walking out … and only when I was home saw that they probably belonged to the female bird I had taken a photo of.
A painting was a must.