An overcast fresh autumn morning, this time of year really does have the best walking weather, not to hot and not to cold. I head through, field 34, Skipworth and Smithfeild where the cows are currently residing. Most are hanging out around the top of the while some young calves are hanging around the bottom causing their mothers to shout at the top of there lungs. I fiddle around for a bit with a leaking water trough causing a huge puddle to form.
Overhead Swallows and House Martins flit around in all directions in pursuit of food. They swoop elegantly low over the meadow wing tips never quite touching the ground. The branches on the scrub lining the path seem to move, as Chiffchaff bounce among the branches, green / brown plumage blending them into to the scrub.
Rockspray Cotoneaster smothers a bank towards the back of the hay rake quar. Its branches smothered in bright red berries, the striking plant probably a garden escape, it is showing off exactly why it’s a decorative plant for a garden. Further through the field a Robin pecks at an old pile of cow poo, in hopes its home to some tasty treats.
Passing under a Sycamore clinging on to its last few leaves before the wind rips them away, two Carrion Crows call out from the top of the tree. They take off as one is a blur of black wings.
A charm of twittering Goldfinch bounce across the skyline, before ducking down as one down into the gully and out of sight. Dogrose and Oldman’s Beard clamber up the branches of a Hawthorn weaving there way in and out of each other in a competition to the top of the tree.