It was unusual to arrive to a train of thirty Jackdaw about the office. Our guest from the Bat Conservation Trust had yet to arrive, thus I was unable to discover the results of last night’s harp trap deployment.
Gnats “floated” amongst castle wood’s shade, I stepped on a mix of leaves, clay and polished limestone that made to damp path a little slippery. Ivy buds were forming, scheduled to create the last native flowers and fruits. “Kissing is out of fashion” at least beside the diagonal path as no Gorse flowers were to be seen, only seed pods! Flowers were presented by the white of Yarrow and the yellows of Agrimony, Bristly Ox Tongue, and Ragwort. Striations were heard from the grassland. A Large White flew high above scrub as a Robin, Blue Tit, Great Tit and Whitethroats were seen amongst scrub. Old Man’s Beard displayed silver whiskers.
Offshore, several sailing slops headed west, one with light sail flap and undulating progress. The sea cliffs were quiet. Rock Samphire had less presence than Golden Samphire on the wave cut platform.
Looking across the other side of the gully, there was a large, healthy looing Fox looking back. Upon Gorse a Garden Spider was attending to an elongate Beetle in its web. A Slug or Snail trail glistened in the sun upon a Teasel head.
Gatekeepers and Meadow Browns were active, and one Blue was on the wing. A Stonechat was seen, after being heard, today perched upon a telegraph pole support wire. Nibbled Stinking Iris heads, revealed orange fruit inside. Stems of Eyebright stood some four inches tall upon the gully slopes.