We had been living at the quinta, a small sheep farm near Setúbal in Portugal, for five months before we decided to turn left after passing through its iron gates instead of right toward the nearest village. A path led us through a cork forest to a sprawling meadow, and beyond that to the dilapidated buildings of an abandoned herdade. Our passage through its overgrown courtyard was accompanied by a loud clacking from the colony of storks who were squatting on the rooftop of one of the old buildings. There must have been thirty or more. We were gobsmacked at the discovery. From then on, the herdade became known as the stork farm. Aminus3 Photography - Discover.