We followed the song of a Golden Oriole. Gilly managed to get a glimpse of the bright yellow male, but the rest of us didn't. Above us in the tall poplar tree, a small group of Crossbills were waiting for our departure to swoop down to the water trough.
We slowly walked up to the Botanical Gardens as Gilly and Myrtle had dodgy knees and me with my dicky ticker!! A steady stream of Griffon Vultures were cruising along the mountain ridge. At one point we saw a Sparrowhawk, followed by a pair of Red-billed Chough flying up to harass a passing vulture. Due to our medical status (and not wanting to follow in the kids noisy footsteps) we kept to the lower less strenuous path. A small number of the migrant warblers had arrived. Had good views of Subalpine, Melodious and Bonelli's Warblers. We stopped for a rest at the seat under the tree at the far end.
A pair of Coal Tits were not happy with our presence and came within feet to show their annoyance. As we got near to the information Centre on the way back, we had good views of Short-toed Treecreepers on the pines.