130 A Ride across the Vega 
be easy to prolong this list indefinitely with the Pipits, Wagtails, 
and numerous other denizens of the vega. 
High above the great plain in the blue zenith, the Vultures 
are to be seen circling, ever watchful for some defunct beast, and 
now and again the sharp bark of the Eagle is heard as he calls 
to his mate. Needless to say, the Harriers are ever with one, 
incessantly quartering the plain and at intervals dropping into 
the reeds in quest of prey and Kestrels are diligently seeking 
the insects which are in such profusion. 
As you ride past the herds of mares and cattle, the White 
Egrets flutter off the backs of the beasts they are tending, whilst 
others stalk round the recumbent animals, from time to time 
making quick thrusts with their bright yellow bills at some 
tempting object. Big Ocellated lizards, as well as smaller green 
and brown ones, and snakes of all sizes which have been sunning 
themselves, make off at speed on our approach. The air is full of 
the hum of insects, and the liquid tinkle of a thousand concerros, 
the big copper bells worn by mares and cattle alike, makes an 
harmonious accompaniment to the hundred and one sounds of the 
Andalucian spring-time. 
