The many flocks of Wood Pigeons swooping across the sky, hundreds of black dots, the loud tearing sound easily heard as they get closer.
With the sun low in the sky, a pale yellow hue covered the ground, which provided a wonderful backdrop to the male Pheasant which was strutting across the downland, its head reflecting the light, showing green, blue and red.
A burst of yellow surprised me, with a single Gorse bush in flower, alongside the bright orange berries of Stinking Iris added to the splash of colours in the landscape.
Overhead the calling of flocks of small migrants, included a many Goldfinches, their yellow wing marking noticeable as they flitted past.
A group of Meadow Pipits took flight from the grassy slopes, a noisy call being emitted as they moved, while the more urgent call of Siskins rained down from high above.
A single purple flower of Greater Knapweed, and a few yellow Bristly Ox-tongues,
A great view of a Roe Deer, standing perfectly still, while nearby, so well camouflaged against the hedgerow was a second Roe Deer.
In the large patch of Old Man’s Beard, which was rambling over the top of a Hawthorn, was a Bullfinch, the pale pink front contrasting against the jet black head. This bird calling plaintively from its perch, another male Bullfinch with a stunningly bright pink chest.
Trotting across the field was a Fox, a great view as it popped under the gate, the white tip off its tail the last thing to be seen as it disappeared.