A heavy frost coats the park this morning, like the park is wearing a sparkly jacket. Pulling my scarf up over my face to keep warm I head out to light house field to see the cows. As I enter the field I spot the my first cow having a good old scratch on the rock at the top of field above the way markers. I walk down the light house road carful not to slip on the ice and avoiding cow pats that now litter the road. Every so often another cow emerges from the brash.
I get to the light house bridge and look down into the gully to see a couple of Blue Tits hopping round the trees below. A small group of Great Tits land in a tree to right and in amongst them I spot a tiny Gold Crest. Occasional glimpse of its trademark “gold crest” gives its position away amongst the branches. To the side of the bridge Old Man’s Beard creeps its way towards the wall, small leaves can now be seen along its vine’s indicating spring is not to far away.
I head up the steep hill in field 10 to look down over sea and the gully. I head down the other side of the hill and across the bridge and into the top of field 6. A large patch of scrub is bathed in golden sunlight and on closer inspection a group of 6-7 Long Tailed Tits can be seen hopping round the branches of a Blackthorn. Alongside them are a couple of Great Tits who chatter amongst themselves. Wood Pigeons fly past heading into the sun causing their shadow on the ground to chase them along.
Outside the centre while checking the rain level I watch a few Blue Tits, Great Tits and Robins fly back and forth. Its defiantly a good morning for Tits.