Six word Saturday


There is a season,

Turn, turn….


In Faro old town, in the Algarve, it was mating season for storks.  Everywhere you looked, they were swooping through the sky, calling and shrieking to each other.  The cacophony had everyone riveted to the spot, staring upwards.  Try as I might, I couldn’t capture a good photo of these magnificent creatures in flight.  I was always a wing beat, if not two, behind them.



Fortunately, the architecture almost compensates.  Have you noticed the seasons changing?  The Weekly Photo Challenge would love you to share. Me, I’ll probably be singing ‘that song’ all day!

And popping in to see Cate at Six Word Saturday, of course.  Enjoy your weekend!  Hope to see you on Monday, for a walk.



  1. I’ll be singing that song all day now too Jo! I love storks, spring is in the air everywhere it seems, if the storks are at it lol 🙂 Great photos!

  2. Photographing birds is a real specialty. I don’t know how they do it. Patience and long lenses, I suppose. You did get some good standing pictures of them, though, and that one with the bird in flight. They’re beautiful birds. Lovely churches too.

    1. Throughout Portugal! I’m not sure if there’s a conservation policy but those huge nests are never disturbed. Year on year the storks guard those city walls. 🙂

  3. Have to say that ‘that’ song is the inspiration for my offering this week, and although on a slightly different theme to yours it does include Portugal 🙂 Only bird I see here at the moment is a cheeky blackbird who loves to dig in my pots at this time of year looking for worms and nesting material I suppose. he does make one helluva mess though – soil everywhere! I shall do my best to get a photo of the culprit.

  4. Storks aren’t a feature of life here, but I remember longing to get out of the car on the way to Gryżyna in a village that had heaps of storks (and fantastic brickwork as well). Your shots compensate a bit for not being able to stop then. Thank you and also for value-added architecture.

    My first encounter with storks, as with many of my first encounters, was though fiction, in this case “The wheel on the roof” by Meindert DeJong. My Polish grandson is very familiar with them: when he saw an ibis in Brisbane he said “Funny stork.”

    1. I’ve not heard of that book, Meg. You are awfully well-read. 🙂 Impossible to avoid storks in the Algarve (or beautiful architecture) but I’ve never witnessed the ‘courtship’ ritual. Quite inspiring 🙂

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