Written by Lucy Brzoska
An old olive tree is creaking. It’s not the wind, but the sound of a tree frog singing from somewhere inside the hollow trunk. The warm humid October weather suits Mediterranean tree frogs, and they appear on the dew-saturated leaves, in bushes and flower beds. Some had shimmied up the newly blooming Red hot pokers.
Migrating song thrushes have settled unobtrusively on the hill. You’re aware of them but they hide out of sight, communicating with low calls. Other arrivals are chiffchaffs. They’re far less shy, too small to fear the shotgun.
I’m going along the cobbled path to the Sot del Migdia, and feel watched. Just above me, I see tall ears, and a prominent brown eye. It’s a boom year for rabbits on Montjuic – newly excavated warrens are gaping. They’ll be glad summer’s over, and the arid slopes have turned green, not so much from rain, which has been scarce, but from the heavy dew.