A tree that bears a single fruit
Sits high above the foaming seas
And woe betide the boorish brute
That takes the apple to appease
Their appetite, so selfishly
I beg you friend, please heed my words
Leave that apple, where it be
May it lie forever, undisturbed.
A flat layer of stratocumulus obscured the sun as I entered the park through Long Meadow. A Green Woodpecker emerged from the hedge and took a short, undulating flight ahead of me. The sound of Robins, as well as large charms of Goldfinches was impossible to miss. I’d hoped to catch a few late butterflies, but none were out. Still not bright enough for them I assume. I did notice a few purple flowers of Herb Robert decorating the margins which was very pleasant, and a Shaggy Ink Cap poking its head out of the grass.
Out on Saxon Field there was not much activity, and only a few scattered Red Clover to add colour to the scene. I headed towards South Field to check on our Hereford Cattle, one of which had managed to escape yesterday. Fortunately one of my colleagues had installed cowntermeasures to prevent this and they were all safely contained.
A few Egghead Mottlegill were scattered around, their growth no doubt fuelled by our resident cows. Gorse bushes were showing their pleasing yellow flowers and I spotted another unfamiliar mushroom nearby. I’ll let you know when I figure out what it was. A Dunnock alighted atop a patch of Hawthorn, posing long enough for me to get a good look before departing. I also caught a glimpse of a Song Thrush darting past as I continued my walk down Lighthouse Road.
The Gulley was alive with birds as usual, with Great Tits and Bullfinches seen and heard. I also spotted a Hamish in the distance, but didn’t have time to speak to him, so you’ll have to make do with my substandard list of bird sightings I’m afraid.
Along the coast a number of Rock Pipits fluttered off the cliff edge at my approach. I also spotted a Blackcap sitting in a Wild Apple tree. Beside it sat a single apple, looking a little over-ripe. You know, I really think I’m starting to get the hang of this birdwatching Lark.