Sweeping low over the car parks was a Sparrowhawk, its all grey coloured back and body blending in against the tarmac as it sped.
A quick flap-flap and then a long glide, followed by a jink and another glide, wonderful to watch, but I imagine a bit ominous if you were a small bird and its intended prey!
Hovering above the meadow was a Kestrel, a completely different flight style, with short swoops, long hovers and soaring off – this female didn’t seem to catch anything whilst I was watching.
The sad sight of a dead Field Mouse on the ground – often only seen in this state!
Into the woodland where the night-time activity of a Badger could be recognised, the soft path had been churned up be the Badger’s powerful nose, as it looked for grubs for its meal.
At one of the viewpoints, a dark shape on the water made me look more closely – but it was just some buoys marking where the fisherman’s pot was!
Back on land, walking up a trunk of a Sycamore, was a Treecreeper, the bright white front hugging the bark, the beautifully coloured back a mix of browns, beiges and creams. As it stopped the thin slightly curved beak investigated the area for breakfast.
The Spring Crocuses are providing a splash of pale lilacky-purple on the ground, while the berries of the Stinking Iris are deep orange and showing very well.
Down to the Observation Point, where the sound of Razorbills could be heard, a low growl and the tap-tap of beaks – a quick count found 21 of these Auks amongst about 50 Guillemots.
Circling in and out of the cliffs were 4 Fulmars, their grey backs all slightly different.