A thick fog welcomed me to the Country Park this morning, visibility limited to 30 or 40 metres, the ground covered in a layer of damp water droplets.
It was the sound that caught the ear, with load twittering coming from the top of a Sycamore - these Goldfinches, would have red and white and gold feathers, but they couldn’t be seen!
The ‘wheezing’ sound of a Greenfinch also coming from the same tree, nearby more calling from a Wren, a quick blast coming from this tiny bird.
The Blackthorn hedge was alive with Great Tits, the calling of ‘teacher-teacher’ echoing across the field as I wandered through the thick grey fog.
A flash of yellow and a Blue Tit, flitted close past me, the sound of the wings churring as it moved.
The yaffle of a Green Woodpecker came from the meadows, while a Blackbird stuttered its tune from the top of an Elder.
Behind me a Pheasant was squawking followed by a bit of a bubbling rumble.
Rambling across the dry-stone wall the square stems of Wild Madder, the hooks barbs grabbing hold of the stone to enable its forward movement. The mostly brown leaves holding a few drops of fog around their edges, hopping between the stems was a Dunnock.
As I dropped down onto the coast path, a pink glowing ripple could be seen on the grey water, the sun starting to emerge from its grey blanket, flying across this was a Shag, whose crest was silhouetted by the light.
A Skylark took flight from the short grass, in complete silence while a flock of 30ish Jackdaws cackled and turned over some piles of cow dung.
A Raven croaked overhead appearing as the fog continues to clear to leave a sunny day.