The Mallorcan Diary: Pt III.

There's quite a lot of wildlife you find in the Mediterranean that you don't usually find in the UK. Granted, you arn't going to find (to coin a famous John Cleese phrase) "herds of wilderbeast sweeping majastically across the plain" but on the flipside, you won't find lizards basking on the rocks whilst walking along Blackpool promenade.

So when walking on the beach front linking Sa Coma to S'Illot we came across a funny little bird skipping along and poking it's beak into the soil. It ws a small brown bird with a black and white 'zebra' pattern on it's wings.
My dad, proclaiming to be an expert in such trivial matters, claimed that this bird was known as a 'hoo-poo'. We thought he just made the word up, and just laughed. For the next few days, our immature minds were entertained by word plays on the name 'hoo-poo'.

Anyway, it turns out that the "Hoopoe" is indeed a real bird. And there were blooming loads of them in our hotel, all pecking away and ignoring the 'keep off the grass' notices.

Fair play to my old man - the fountain of insignificant information.