Island of falcons

When we first landed on La Palma 16 years ago, a neighbor greeted us with, “Welcome to the island of the falcons, Falk” And he was right. This is the island of the canary kestrels. The barancos offer plenty of space for food and nesting holes, the winds are ideal for catching prey with minimal effort, and so there are falcons around every corner. 

The day before yesterday, I began the hour-and-a-half descent from the summit of San Antonio to the salt flats. On the way through the black earth, I found a nesting hole with a young falcon. Shortly after, a parent came and lured it out of the hole with a caught lizard. I would have liked to have spent more time there, but I had a path to climb to meet up with the family at the lighthouse, otherwise it would have been a loooong walk home. 😉