Whilst locking up the Castle, last night, the calling of Tawny Owls was most clear. Initially both
The cattle spread remains of hay bales wound need to be collected from South Field at some point. A Magpie duo explored the ground before fleeing to Hedgerow perches. A few Common Daisies flowers survived between the puddles.
Pheasant calls wrung out from Saxon, where the post cattle scrub regrowth cutting had begun. The score of birds that flew overhead I took to have been Redwing or Fieldfare. A Carrion Crow called from Holcombe scrub. Miniature white tips peed finger fungi protruded from a cut Blackthorn stump. The wind was heard passing the berry bearing Hawthorn. Carrion Crow exchanges were made as one flew over another perching. I admired Catherine's meticulous piece of dry stone wall rebuilding, a slope section needing to be accomodated.
To me the sky contained grey, blue, and sepia colours. As I defended into the quarry undulations, I stumbled across three fresh pieces of Garden Snail left by a Song Thrush. A Kestrel hovered over the downland above the tarmac road. Privet leaves and berries were entwinned amongst a Blackthorn clump, which itself had ropes of Old Mans Beard creepers through it.
Standing upon the gully rock face, the sun towards me via the gully mouth, and illuminated a corridor of sea. Rattlesnake like calls of rang out from below. Fox leavings upon Limestone indicated Small Mammals had been consumed. Further along on the bare soil of a cattle track another leaving full of feather spines indicated a diet of birds. Rain greeted me as I reached the cliff top. However, I was able to see a Fulmar in flight. There was good Guillemot ledge occupancy as well a small linear raft of six upon the sea, one hundred metres from the cliff.