Driving in a two jays swirl around in the air zooming past into the hedgerow. A frost coats the grass in a silvery shimmer, the once wet mud now crunches under foot. The bright sun blinds as I head out across the meadows. I keep an eye out for the Short-Eared Owl I sore yesterday morning below the globe. It took off from a patch of scrub large mottled brown wings spreading flying low over the scrub before pulling and out of sight.
A flock of chattering goldfinch fly past overhead; they bounce along the skyline in line with the rising sun making them hard to see. A Robin calls from a Hawthorn laden with haw berries, while below the Hereford cattle graze peacefully in the morning sun.
Crunching through the frozen mud in the drove a large flock of Wood Pigeons swirl about overhead in almost perfect formation. A lone Knapweed sticks out of the frozen the grass the purple flower still clinging on, though in this weather probably not for much longer.
the bright sun makes it hard to identify birds as they wize past this morning, but the hedgerows are alive with bird life all enjoying the bright morning sun. The warning call of Wren spills out a blackthorn as I pass, causing a dramatic Blackbird to cry out in alarm and dart off.
The soft chattering of Long Tailed Tits can be heard the bush there about in is hard to see against the sun, the outline of there small bodies and long tails giving them away.
Amazing views over old harry rocks and the Isle of White today the sun making the white cliffs even more striking this morning. More Wood Pigeon converge overhead, ducking low as one they whoosh past my head the wind from there wings