Early this morning one of our many Paco's we have as neighbours was at his cortijo with his wife, we don't normally see anyone around at 8 am, certainly not anyone who has had to come down from Yegen. The ground floor of his cortijo is for his animals, over the last year he has got more and more, pigs, chickens, rabbits and goats. He also has some outbuildings and it sounds as though the chickens and rooster live in one of them. Certainly that's where the morning 'cock-a-doodle-do' comes from. He said the goats were not his but a friends and they are living here to be fattened up. He thinks goats are ugly and doesn't like them, but they are eating all the trimmings and strimmings from various peoples land as they tidy for the summer season.
So this morning as we wandered past, he called out something unintelligable - I asked him to repeat it as he is difficult to understand at the best of times, that early in the morning not being fully awake it was even harder. 'Have you seen my ovejas' he asked (ovejas being sheep.) I didn't know he had sheep but he said 'I have lost 1 big one and 2 chicatillas' (very little ones)
I assume that's why he and his wife Teresa came down so early today, hoping that the sheep had made their way home - just like Little Bo Peeps did. I don't know what the chances are of them coming back, looking around at the rocky hillsides, the steep barrancas down to the river, hearing foxes barking in the night, I think they are long gone.
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