border town

Somewhere between Seville and Lagos we pass farmers´fields of bleached hay and squat trees, with powerlines threading through the sky along the highway. Suddenly, there is a giant nest gathered in a scratchy bundle on the very top of the transformer--followed by another on the next, and another on the next. Four nests are stacked vertically on the tiers of a transformer like condos.

For a kilometre, storks preen and rattle their beaks at their upstairs neighbours. Then the community ends abruptly. The vacant transformers continue to bob-along in the window all the way to Portugal.