Spanish wild goat 

     Dear Fran,

     Pruna is a small municipality located in the Sierra Sur of Sevilla. It has a castle, already very damaged by the years, which is built on a large rock, which not long ago had some rough stairs made to be able to climb up to its walls. From its terrace you can see some beautiful landscapes of Grazalema, Ronda, Morón and especially the Peñón of Zaframagón, which is home to the largest colony of griffon vultures in Andalusia.

     It also has in its municipal area the highest level in the province: El Terril. As Godoy has told me, although this geological feature has always been there, it has not been until about a decade ago that people have decided to climb to its top. Globalization stuff, right?

     The Pruna City Council is doing its best to mark trails and prepare rest areas in the most picturesque places. This is the case of the Cascada, where yesterday afternoon, before dark, I spent a long time observing the wanderings of a mountain goat for more than an hour. Yes, a mountain goat that appeared silhouetted on the cliffs in front of where I was comfortably sitting. You already know that I usually carry small binoculars with me and thus I had the opportunity — despite the wind and the cloud of smoke that came from the imposing Sierra Bermeja fire — to contemplate a vulture, a Bonelli's eagle and a couple of kestrels.

  Fran, that goat surprised me a lot, but when I asked the employee of the petrol station what an animal like that was doing there, he told me that a few years ago they had released a few specimens around the castle and that it was not unusual to meet with some of them in the vicinity.

     Dear friend, I will tell you that discovering this small enclave has given me great satisfaction, even if it was by chance and lasted only one evening. I have yet to return one day and know more about its people and its streets.

     Y. a.

     Mary