Robins hop out of the bushes at different intervals to declare their territory along the edge of the long meadow path. A Great tit chatters from the very top of as Ash Tree, then promptly disappearing out of sight. The buds of a Horse Chestnut have swelled in anticipation for spring.
Reaching the far end of the of the woodland Daffodil’s, Three Cornered Leak and Lords and Ladies have pushed their way through the leaf litter, making use of the sunlight coming down to the woodland floor before leaves of the trees above block it out. Just further along one Daffodil has started to flower, the large yellow with an orange trumpet in the middle, it towered over the other nonflowering stems around it.
Hydrangeas leaves are just starting to appear on the bare stems, tiny lime green leave is just starting to unfurl. Around the base of the Hydrangeas, Wild Garlick leaves are just starting to poke their way up through the soil, while a scattering of Snowdrops is mixed in with them.
Walking back up along the coast path a strange sound catches my attention, I look up to spot two Ravens sitting atop a tall Black Pine. One of them is making the strange noise that caught my attention, a sound that can only be described as a sad turkey, it’s like nothing I have ever heard before.
I head towards the cliff top path, as I approach the glass observation point what look to be Pigeon feather line the path either side. Something has obviously had itself a Pigeon dinner, possibly a Peregrine Falcon. Below the observation point three Fulmars loop in and out of the cliffs, while a large flock of Jackdaws seems to burst out for the cliff face below. Taking of as one they head off over the tree line behind me.
On the water below Guillemots and a hand full of Razor Bills form a large raft of birds bobbing on the water, a few hurry in and out to the cliff ledge, there tiny wings working overtime.