We saw a strange event involving vultures in the Picos. A cow had died in the next field. It was weekend and the’man who deals with dead cows’ was not due till Monday. It seemed as if all the vultures in northern Spain had arrived for the feast, hundreds of them gathering all around, filling the skies. On the carcass was the expected seething mass gorging themselves, but those who could not yet fit in were all lined up in an orderly queue right across the field. Gradually as the queue shuffled forward others would land and tag onto the end of the queue. Bizarrely orderly!! More so than Spanish commuters!