It struck me as being a quiet morning, well I guess it was in contrast with last night’s Fireworks. A pair of Magpies fled the approach road on my passing. A Jay that flew out of the Garden might have been the very same that later passed over Saxon Field. I headed towards the Large Copse and noted four coasters seemingly paused off the urban coast. Perhaps they were waiting for space to transfer goods at Poole. Fresh piles of woodchip a fresh wood cut on trees indicated that the contractors had cleared branches around the powerlines. Only a Carrion Crow duo were seen in Skipworth.
I admired the tidy low laid hedge of the Copse / Taskers. Its more mature neighbour showed a bush of Bramble cleaned of Blackberries. Adjacent Privet fruits remained in place. Between my fingertips I felt the sandpaper like surface of an Elm leaf. At the hedge foot dried Fleabane flower heads were evident whilst Agrimony seed burrs awaiting a ride from a passing mammal. Upon maturing cow pats were found orange spot of fungus which I suspected as being Cheilymenia fimicola.
I neighbour field a pair of Horses were wearing warm jackets. I thought that sone of the leaf cover beside the drive had reduced, perhaps in part due to yesterday’s morning frost. A pair of Linnets passed overhead as I note Wild Parsnip still showing its mustard colour. Between the cloud, vapour trails mark patches of blue sky. Yes, that was a Skylark over Johnston Meadow. Offshore a sloop sailed east passing the Lighthouse. I counted only two Jackdaws upon the Lighthouse complex roof tops. Another four we upon the overhead wires with a further loner perched upon on the lowest metal measured mile marker.
Within the bridge side Sycamore was another Jackdaw roost. I felt the wind as I ascended the downland slopes. The sound of the wind was herd as it passed through the dry grass, although there was green Tor Grass that the cattle would eventually graze. Within an Elder near the demonstration Quarr a Robin was most vocal. I noted nearby some Honey suckle fruits still visible amongst a Blackthorn frame. As I approached the weather station a Green Woodpecker called behind me. Blackthorn, in places, wore the orange crust lichen Xanthoria parietina and the Branching Lichen Ramalina farinacea.