I walk down the edge of long meadow, with Fern bouncing in the grass to my side occasionally stopping to sniff something very important. The occasionally Blackbird darts from its hiding place to find another yet undiscovered by Ferns keen nose.
Heading into the woodland fern is overjoyed to see all the Squirrels heading in all directions. One runs and bumps into a Pigeon, jumping over its head before the bird has a chance to take off.
We pop back to the car park to meet a car parking machine engineer, while we wait, we are surrounded by Robins singing seemingly coming from every direction. A Raven swoops over heading disappearing into the tree cover.
Passing the dell, I spot a Jay darting from one side to the other and coming to land in a Holm Oak. At the bottom on the steep hill, I look over the wall to see a pile of what appears to be Pigeon feathers at the very edge of the grass covered cliff top, evidence I suspect of a recent Peregrine Falcons meal.
As we head further round, I get my first glimpse of Guillemots and few Razor Bills bobbing in small rafts on the water. Four Fulmars can be seen circling in and out of the cliffs edge. While three Herring Gulls seem to precariously perch on a small bit of cliff that stick out. A Great Black Backed Gull sores past at head hight heading towards the castle.
I look back towards the Guillemot ledge to see it overcrowded forcing thirteen to have to sit on the big rock. Most facing inwards only exposing their dark brown backs to me, they all continuously struggle against each other for space.