A pair of Blackbirds explored a gateway into South Field. One bird paused and perched upon the gate’s lower spar. The breeze had been heard as it passed over a hole in one of the bollards. Our measured mile markers gave it a voice of whistles a low wail. An unseen Green Woodpecker broadcast its waffle. Out at see two container ship were upon the horizon one identified as MMM. A pair of Guillemots were seen flying low heading out to sea off Tilly Whim. Only some thirty such birds were sheltering in their cliff cave. Meanwhile, another twenty were spread out upon the sea near the cliffs. Several Greater Black Backed Gulls headed west along the cliffs. First a quartet followed by a pair of Herring Gulls, then another two GBBGs plus one more. Meanwhile in the opposite direction went a pair of Shags shortly followed by a third such bird. Some ten Feral Doves rose from the cliff face near the Gully Mouth. Standing at the mouth I reflected upon a calmer sea and the absence of any Blow Hole action. Surprisingly, I was treated to a brief spout of spray from one such feature! Froth floated at the base of the cliffs.
Jackdaws were hanging out in pairs, with two below the Lighthouse. Then a quartet emerged from cliff top Tamarisk to join another six already about the Lighthouse. I was still able to pass two pairs exploring the ground on the edge of the green. Other merged with the black chimney pots and roof tops of the Lighthouse accommodation. I heard a Carrion Crow calling which was seen in a Hawthorn on the Green’s edge. It flew off and was joined by a partner that had been on the boundary with 10a. Heading for the kissing gate, so to ascend the coastal ridge, I trod a slippery path with exposed Blackthorn roots. Upon the quarried ridge I noticed lush Tor Grass growth amongst the hollows. One female Blackbird gave a body bow and tail flick before flicking apart an old Cow Pat. Ivy leaves rustled in otherwise bared thorn bushes. Beside the gully sleeper bridge two Great Tit were exchanging calls. Rosehips were now mostly shrivelled suspended from their plant. Glorious sunshine stretched out illuminating the downland of the Upper Gully. Today, this was not to activate any dormant insects! Wisely, I avoided “Saxon’s Soggy Sycamore corner”! A Blue Tit and Great Tit shared a Buddleia as a perch in the wildlife garden. Another Great Tit verbal exchange went on as I read the weather. Racing Pigeons were just glimpsed as they progressed up Long Meadow. Unfortunately, we appeared to have continuing issues with our anemometer such that no overnight gust was recorded, and the Beaufort Scale was used the gauge the wind speed.