A flock of 15 young Herring Gulls floating above the Lighthouse Field, their calls loud and sounding like a rabble as they moved. In the merk of the early morning it was difficult to make out colours and sizes.
An eerie pinkish tinge was bring provided to everything including the two Great Black-backed Gulls. A sudden rush of activity in the air saw a flock of Feral Pigeons whizzing and rapidly changing direction as they reached the coast, the sound of the air being ripped by their wings.
On the horizon a slither of brilliant deep pink peeking between the sea and the layer of dark cloud, quite spectacular as the pink was turning a slight orange making the water look as if it was on fire for a short time, before the colour spread and then faded – what a sight!
The ledges of the cliffs stuffed with Guillemots, well over 150 jostling for space as the stood on the rock. Their black and white plumage now almost fully ‘summer’, only a few white faces still visible.
Soaring magnificently were two Fulmars, wheeling in and out of the cliffs, occasionally a cackle could be heard indicating a third Fulmar sitting in a nook somewhere on the rocks. The white head of these birds shining in the early light.
A Wren called loudly from the patch of Stinking Iris, popping out from the tall leaves to fly in a whirr of wings across in front of me, landing on the dry-stone wall, which allowed a great view of this small brown bird with its pale yellow stripe above its eye and short erect tail.
Nearby a couple of Robins were chatting, before one took flight, landing on a branch of a Wayfaring Tree, the second one following it to land on the adjacent patch of Bramble.
A Chaffinch was perched in the branches of a Sycamore, while a male Blackbird hopped across the grass, sporting a very smart black glossy coat.
Scuttling out of a pile of logs was a Wood Mouse, big ears and long tail spotted before it disappeared into the long grass.