Sitting proudly on a nest made of twigs, old wet wipes and what appears to be a leopard-print thong, the bird blinks at the downdraft of a passing truck, shakes the irridescent mohawk sprouting haphazardly out of the back of its raw-looking bald head, and returns to the task of tending its extraordinary metallic greenContinue reading “Punk Is Not Dead!”
#FlywayBirding and wildlife adventures from the epicentre of migration in Andalucia, Spain