The sound of Goldfinches tinkling from the top of the Sycamore tree greeted me as I began my patrol, the colours being highlighted by the ray of sunshine, behind them a streak of pink across the sky.
Off towards the downland to see how the conservation management is getting on, sections of Blackthorn and Bramble are being cut and removed to increase the grass area where flowers and insects which require low nutrient levels can thrive.
As I walk a wheezing song of a Greenfinch came from the bushes, eventually this green bird was tracked down to the uppermost twig of a Hawthorn.
As I searched Great Tits and Blue Tits were spotted as was a Chaffinch, plus Dunnock and Robin.
The Hereford cows have been moved, and are now grazing on the north side of Field 6, amongst the lusher grass, please shut the gates to prevent escape.
Over the top of the hill and the tune of a Skylark was to be heard, the bird itself spotted as it rose above the hill line, rising higher to become a small speck against the now cloud covered sky.
From alongside me the crashing of two Roe Deer as they attempted to bound through the dead branches of the undergrowth, the male sporting a fine set of antlers.
On the slopes the Cotoneaster is covered in red berries, great food for the birds, but the plant itself can become invasive if not kept in check. The Dog Rose also has large bright red hips, and the Hawthorn dull red haws.
At the cliffs the sound of the sea crashing and rumbling along the coast line was accompanied by the whoosh as spray was forced up the blowhole.
Guillemots on the ledges while further out a flock of 200ish Gulls were on the water – Herring, Great Black-backed plus some smaller species.