Clear blue skies reflect upon puddles scattered with leaves, following the heavy rain yesterday. Bird call sounds from all around, as Chiffchaff, Robin, and Meadow Pipit catch-up from a night of hunkering down out of the stormy weather.
At Sunnydale, I watch the stream trickling its way down through a dry stream bed, It must have either just broken through a big dam of leaves, or just catching up after a recent downpour. The pitter patter of rain drops continue below the blue sky; as the water droplets make their way through the canopy, dropping from leaf to leaf of the towering Sycamore and Plane.
It's from here that Carrion Crows can be heard loudly calling out. The sound carries right across woodland, matched only by raspy call of a Raven perched on the edge of the glade. A charm of Goldfinch pass overhead.
The jovial song of a Robin draws me eastward to the sound of waves breaking on the shore in Durlston Bay. Here the low sun rises through the bare branches of Horse Chestnut. In the view I catcha a glimpse of two very fast Swallows and a few Gulls headed south.
I spotted lots of Squirrels on my stroll through the woods. Each of appeared to be collecting the wind-blown acorns strewn across the path, before quickly scuttling up the Holm Oaks and nibbling away at the nut.