Hovering above the long meadow in the dull grey sky a Kestrel soars higher and higher. So high the only thing making it distinguishable our is wide straight wings. Below it two Raven race past, calling so they plummet into the Holm Oaks.
Meeting a bird watcher at caravan terrace, he informs me he has seen two Peregrines Falcons this morning, bearing this in mind I carry on down the steep slope with my eyes peeled. Two Gannets dance over the waters surface gracefully heading west. There bright white backs and black wings tips making them easy to see.
There a along the black silhouette flies towards the bottom of the cliffs before flying back out and showing itself to be a Shag. Approaching Tilly Whim Caves I turn back around to look at the Guillemots ledge to find it full of Guillemots, most of which are in there winter plumage. The ledge is packed this morning with them all having to huddle together to fit, though not so packed that they have had to resort to using the large rock.
The light house light flashes on and off warning the any close by ships on the rocky shoreline. While overhead a Peregrine Falcon soars past silently, patrolling the clifftop as it heads in the direction of the globe.
A group of six Brent Geese pass by flying in a V formation, heading east. There dark grey plumage making them hard to spot if it wasn’t for their bright white bottoms.
Heading up the light house road the path is lined by fluffy Old Mans Beard and Dog Roses covered in bright red rose hips. A Grey Squirrel precariously balances on a branch of a rose to enjoy a tasty rose hip berry.
From the demonstration quar looking back over the water six more Gannets can be seen soring past heading east. Three of them have speckled grey plumage indicating they must be juveniles.