On the road back from Campillos we pulled off left to Canete La Real, for no other reason than we had never been there before and because time was our own.
On the road we stopped the car and got out to watch a flock of circling vultures, about twelve to fifteen birds. A car came past tooting his horn and the chap inside shouting something in Spanish and making gestures with his hand. We thought nothing of it, got back into the car and carried on.
Just before the village ther was a large granite rock on our right hand side about 300 metres away and approximately 100 metres high. Anne said "stop the car, stop the car". We got out and lining the top of the rock were forty or fifty vultures, a tremendous site. At that point a lorry approached from the opposite direction, again the driver making hand gestures and shouting "Peligro, peligro" plus a few other spanish words. He turned off into the village so we checked our trusty dictionary. Peligro means Danger/At risk so the previous car driver and the lorry driver had been trying to warn us to stay in the car as presumably the vultures were none too friendly. Funny......I thought they only feasted on dead carcasses!!
Anyway, a few pics of the vultures and the lovely village.
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