Spring encounters at the Casablanca Marshes
- Apr 5
- 4 min read
Spring is finally here, and it's impossible not to notice. The fields are bursting into colour, insects are returning in droves, and the warm light of the season has begun to take hold. It's a time of renewal—and for birders, a time of anticipation. In just one day, I was able to hear the melodic song of the Nightingale, catch a glimpse of the vibrant Bee-eater, and observe the graceful flight of the Collared Pratincole. All unmistakable signs that spring migration is well underway.


The Casablanca Marshes, located just over the border from Cadiz, in the very south of the province of Seville, seemed like the perfect place to celebrate the change of season. After the intense rainfall of this past winter, life is returning with striking intensity. The rising temperatures are triggering what feels like an explosion of activity—not just among the birds, but all around. That said, the visit also reminded me of one of spring’s less pleasant side effects: the mosquitoes. The combination of warm weather and a humid environment like the marshes created the perfect spot for them. At moments, I found myself surrounded, which certainly tested my patience. I suspect this might have been one of my last visits to the marshes for the rest of spring.






Getting close to the water wasn't easy either. The dirt tracks leading through the area were in poor condition and still partially muddy. In some sections, it was impossible to proceed, even on foot. Still, the effort was worth it. From a distance, I could already tell the lagoons were teeming with life. I estimated at least 500 Greater Flamingos gathered near the main lagoon, their pale pink forms clustered together. In another sector, around 300 Glossy Ibises added their deep, iridescent hues to the landscape.






One particular group of flamingos had split off from the larger flock and positioned themselves in a more isolated patch. I decided to wait quietly nearby. Flamingos flying toward the camera are rare subjects—usually, their flight paths take them away. But today, my patience paid off. When the smaller group eventually took off to rejoin the main flock, they passed right in front of me. I managed to take several photos of them in full flight, with wings stretched and their curious profiles pointed in my direction. A rare opportunity.




Another memorable moment came when I witnessed a confrontation between a Booted Eagle and two Lapwings. Just before the clash, I had seen the eagle dive aggressively toward the Lapwings’ nest. The two smaller birds didn’t hesitate to defend their territory. Despite the size difference, they chased the raptor off with fearless energy—a striking example of how fierce parenthood can be in the bird world.






Not far from a cluster of pine trees, I found a few owl pellets scattered on the ground. Each one was filled with tiny bones, clear evidence that an owl had been using the area for feeding. I didn’t see the owl, but the signs of its presence showed that these marshes are shared with creatures of the night.

There was no shortage of photographic opportunities either. Yellow Wagtails and Corn Buntings posed repeatedly on stems and road signs, offering up their bright colours and characteristic postures. Dragonflies darted through the reeds and grass, often still long enough for a decent shot. The Gull-billed Terns seemed particularly interested in them, swooping down from time to time as if on a dragonfly-hunting mission.










But perhaps the highlight of the day was my encounter with a pair of Little Owls. They flew off as I approached, but didn’t go far. I managed to capture some satisfying images—sharp enough to showcase their bright yellow eyes and that intense, curious stare they’re known for.


The Casablanca Marshes cover a wide area, and when the dirt tracks are dry, you could easily spend hours exploring on foot. At first glance, the landscape might seem a little monotonous—flat expanses of reeds, open fields, and shallow water—but it slowly reveals its charm to those who take the time to look closely. For the patient birder, the rewards are many: unexpected encounters, subtle movements in the vegetation, and the steady rhythm of life in the wetlands. It’s a place that invites stillness and observation—a space where nature speaks quietly but clearly.





It might have been just a single visit, technically speaking, but this trip to the Casablanca Marshes packed in enough moments, colours, and encounters to fill an entire season. Spring is only just beginning, and already it’s full of surprises.

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