With blue sky once again, the Skylarks were in full voice out across the meadows as I enjoyed a patrol.
The wildflowers are in full bloom, providing a wonderful array of colours, shapes and contrasts. The main flower at the moment, looking form a distance is the Ox-eye Daisy, a white carpet to be admired, but interspaced lots of different blooms to be discovered.
Patches of vivid pink spikes are the Sainfoin, while the lovely delicate pale blue of Pale Flax was covering some area, these flowers are best early in the day before they drop their petals.
Lots of different yellows, with the Dyer’s Greenweed on thick stems with dark green leaves, emerging in a few select spots, while across all the meadows the matting of yellow and tan Bird’s-foot Trefoil, and the small round heads of Black Medic.
Fluttering along the paths the browns and greyish Small Heath, plus a few Speckled Woods, Meadow Browns and Common Blues
An Elder bush was covered in large disks of tiny flowers, a strong smell coming from them on close inspection. While on another nearby, a Common Whitethroat was rising and lowering itself as it sung. The wonderful scratchy music filling the air.
Down to the coast where a Feral Pigeon was cooing, and as it did so it was puffing it brown feather neck which then caught the sunlight to glow green.
Gliding past a Fulmar, its straight wings barely moving as it turned to look, but the dark ring of feather around its eyes easily spotted.
On the water were at least 50 Guillemots, the sound of splashing attracting the attention as they washed, turning over and over as they cleaned. Some would have been covered in guano after sitting on eggs on the ledge!