As I strolled out across the fields the sound of two croaking Ravens filled the air, while underfoot the ground is very slightly less muddy that it was.
The bushes were alive with small birds, their songs and calls competing against each other. The full blown singing of a Chaffinch as it perched on the top of a budding Blackthorn was second only to the constant ‘teacher-teacher’ call of the Great Tit emerging from a variety of patches of scrub.
Then suddenly the fantastic song of a Skylark wafted down from a dark spot high above in the sky.
As I headed towards the lighthouse, dashing across the sky was the unmistakable shape and colour of a Bullfinch, the bright pink chest and white rumps of these two chasing males a glorious blast of colour compared with the dull grey overcast sky.
The fluffy Willow heads are flowering, the dull golden yellow catching the eye as I search the bushes for action.
A sudden a patch of small holes with fine mud around marks the emergence of Mining Bees from their winter quarters, just as a Buff-tailed Bumble Bee buzzed past.
The flowers are starting to bloom as Hairy Violet on the downs and Wood Dog Violets in the woods provide patches of colour as does Greater Periwinkle while scattered about are the vibrant yellows of the various varieties Daffodils.
By the cliffs a Rock Pipit was showing off its ‘umbrella’ display flight, falling with wings out and singing loudly as it descended.
On the water 6 Razorbills and just 2 Guillemots in the vicinity, unusual for the Guillemots to be outnumbered.