I often scan the skies of Segovia with my camera in search of storks, on bell towers or steeples. I’ve always thought that these enormous birds were the most wonderful of creatures. They fly over rooftops, gliding elegantly and silently, all you hear is a soft swhoosh.  People around here say that every year, at the end of July, a muster of storks gathers in the spires of Segovia’s cathedral. One of the mysteries of nature. A stork resting on each gothic pinnacle of the cathedral is an impressive sight.  From there they set off for Africa.