Laura and Coca Cola
It was the dogs´ fault for having met Mrs
Brenda. Or rather the fault, in truth, was an inopportune oversight on the part
of Mrs Brenda.
She had taken her pets for a walk as
usually does every day, only on this occasion and after spending a few minutes
recreating herself in the wonderful landscape offered by the waterfall on the
outskirts of the town, she forgot the dogs leash. I -like you- keep wondering
how the hell she could leave both leashes behind if that is what she is been
doing since she arrived in town four years ago. Isn´t it a gesture that becomes
automated by repeating it regularly?
The path that goes down to the Salado
stream is a delight at this time of year. The first drops of water have fallen
and the environment smells of freshly washed fennel and wet soil.
At the end of September and beginning of
October, the grouping of many speccies of birds that are going to cross the
Strait looking to spend the Winter in Africa takes place in the Iberian Península
and mainly in the south; it is the right time to observe incredible flock of
Sand Martin like the ones I saw while arriving at an abandoned quarry about two
or three kilometers from Pruna.
There was also an elegant black wheatear
nearby, which was entertained by the aerial show of its neighbors since its
task as a male committed to raising its offspring had concluded and it no
longer needed to carry more stones to its nest.
And there, she was without taking her
reyes off me.
It was a beautiful short-toed Eagle that
took advantage of the rise of hot air that collided with the rock wall and
produced a chimney effect. It was flying over my head at about fifty meters and
I was able to identify it without any problema because this lady spent a few
minutes hovering in circles with centric points without apparent effort. What a
joy to behold?
The other lady had forgotten the leashes…
And I wanted to sit for a while on one of the benches at the Cascade viewpoint
and there I found what you already know. A few days later Mrs Brenda knocked on
my door asking if I had anything that was hers.
That´s how we met.
Y. a.
Mary
