We’d always heard that Extremadura, Spain’s western province that nestles up against Portugal, was a dry and dusty land that only grew paprika peppers and conquistadors. But it’s spring here, and the storks are ubiquitous. Every deserted church in the countryside is covered with their big twiggy nests, and the arches of the 2,000-year-old aqueduct outside Mérida are topped with storks standing on one leg like seagulls on abandoned shorefront piers. Every so often, a downy-headed chick pokes up its head above the nest—and the adult pushes it back down to safety.
Posted by Patricia Harris & David Lyon, Globe Correspondents
Photo by David Lyon for the Boston Globe