Chicken Licken has, after a perilous journey from the Catalonia region of Spain, finally reached Madrid and managed to speak with His Majesty King Juan Carlos I.
Licken, originally from Barcelona, undertook the arduous trek after a chunk of volcanic ash struck him on the head and he realised that the phenomenon was likely to cause a massive problem to modern turbofan engines. Noting that contrails were still being left by high-level passenger aircraft en route to France he decided to contact the King as quickly as possible. Due to poor coordination between his legs and beak, and inability to handle the buttons on a telephone with his wings, his only option was to slowly hike from the suburbs of Barcelona to the royal residence, the Palace of Zarzuela, in the country's capital some 550km away.
Several companions joined him on his trip, only to disappear near the end of the journey after meeting a suspicious bushy-tailed character who refused to give his name to the group. Licken managed to avoid capture by sacrificing his longstanding companion Turkey Lurkey to the raven haired interloper, giving him plenty of chance to escape whilst his potential incarcerator was busy.
His Majesty the King has bestowed great honours on Chicken Licken, praising him endlessly and calling for resignations from the head of Agencia Estatal de Meteorología for not keeping him fully informed about potential falling-sky issues. Spanish media have reacted angrily to the news, claiming that the airspace is completely safe and that only 'nanny states' like the UK would pull such a ridiculous stunt.
King Juan Carlos has not heeded their advice, however, and says that Spanish airspace will remain closed for the forseeable future until Chicken Licken decides it looks safe again. Spanish airline workers have apparently shrugged off the closures and taken an extended siesta, occasionally muttering 'mañana' from under their wide-brimmed sun hats and shooing reporters away.