A quite glorious morning, the rising sun producing a pink glow on the white chalk rocks of Old Harry Rocks.
Around the cliffs the blue sea with a few white streams of bubbles, bobbing on the top a few long necked Shags, one rose up before diving deep below the surface, re-emerging later a little further away.
Two Guillemots were on the water, one with its white winter plumage the other mid-way between winter and breeding plumage. On the cliff ledge well over a hundred Guillemots were perched, the sounds of them growling to each other wafting up for me to hear.
On the power lines a Kestrel was sat, this bird sitting intently gazing below, perhaps breakfast was just about to emerge? Later a male Kestrel was gliding above the Blackthorn scrub in the gully, the sun’s rays catching the chestnut coloured feathers, a contrast to its grey head.
By Tilly Whim, a few Rock Pipits were strutting, the greyish colour blending into the rocks behind quite well. Nearby causing me initial confusion was a flock of Meadow Pipits, much browner on closer inspection. When the took flight they made lots if noisy calls.
A singing Robin, was highlighted by the sun as it perched on the prickly twig of the Gorse, which still has some yellow flowers in bloom.
Off to the fields to see how the tree surgeons had got on yesterday removing branches from around the electricity power lines - almost finished. Standing in the Bracken a Redwing, the second of the day, a good view to see the pale eye-stripe and red patch under the wing.
The tinkling sound of a flock of Goldfinches overhead, as I watched a selection of Bees on the remaining flowers of the Ivy.
The long twisted ropes of Black Bryony are still covered in large succulent red berries, and the long lengths of Old Man’s Beard covered with silver wispy heads.