I make my way across the meadows to check on the Hereford Cattle after the Christmas break. A heavy fog hangs over the meadows, birds chirp away in the surrounding scrub. I can make out a Great Tit and some Goldfinch within the mass of noise.
Walking through Saxon field a Wren flit about a small lone Blackthorn, with long grass growing up in spindly branches. Behind me a Robin singing catches my attention I turn to see the red breasted bird singing away at the top of a patch of scrub. The cackling noise of a Jay emanates form some where in fog.
Bright green light Lichen coats the branches of Blackthorn as I pass through the drove through to Herrin Ground. Passing through Eight Acres I scan the wall line partially obscured by fog, the usually silhouette of scrub lines the wall when I come to a stop to see an unusual silhouette. The dark looming figure of a Roe Deer stood atop the wall is quite an amusing sight. It stands as still as a statue as I pass through the field probably hoping I don’t notice it. Even after checking the cows, who slowly loom into focus as I make my way across the field, the deer can still be seen stood stock still on the wall. I don’t know how long it stays there, as I slipe and slide my way though the mud along the drove between the two fields, I lose sight of it in the fog.
I head back through light house field where I disturb to Pied Wagtails pecking through a cow pat, there bright white stripes and long tail making them easy to recognise as they make a hasty retreat. Through along two birds pass over head coming to land in someone Blackthorn where I’m able to identify them as Bullfinch. Sitting on the wall along the walling centre a rather wet looking Wood Pigeon takes a rest looking rather sorry for itself.
While I take read this morning’s temperatures for our weather records two Blue Tits chase each other in the scrub behind the station.