As soon as I enter south field, I catch a glimpse of a Kestrel just ducking down past the far field boundary. Shortly after four Skylarks come hurtling past all seemingly chasing one. They perform some mid-air acrobatics above my head possibly having a dispute about territory.
Further along I hear the call of a cock Pheasant rings out from some where in the distance. Another Skylark sings high in the sky desperately trying to keep to the stay still but inevitably being pushed backwards from the force of the wind.
Hawthorn can be seen covered in buds wating to burst open. While Blackthorn further along is covered in blossom buds. One branch in a large clump of Blackthorn has flowered before the rest. The white flowers stand out on the backdrop of dark brown almost black branches behind it.
I scan fields one and two through my binoculars, where I spot three Roe Deer’s sitting peacefully to the edge of the field. They are just far away that I can only make out their outline. I head towards where there sitting, spotting some tracks in the slippery mud as I go. When I eventually get close enough to see them, I peer over the wall to find they have moved on in the time it took me to slip and slide my way over.
I make my way back to the centre admiring large sways of flowering gorse along the top of the lighthouse field as I go. I try desperately not to fall over I the slippery mud. The green blur of a Greenfinch races past as I make it back to the centre.