Leaving the Centre there was a lot of bird calls but it was difficult to determine from where. Of course it was mainly from a charm of Goldfinches. Over South field I watched groups of about a score each unite and divide. At most eighty were united into a twisting caterpillar like shape which stretched then compacted. Some eight Skylarks gave distinctive calls as they passed over Saxon Field. A Dunnock put in an appearance whilst the sounds of Blackbirds, Robins, Great Tits and a Wren came out from the scrub. Behind a Jackdaw murder straggled a pair of Jackdaws engaged in playful aerial combat, somewhat trailing behind like mischievous school boys. A Raven passed over the wares heading east.
I listened to the sound of a Bumble Bee which I assumed was amongst the flowerless sward. Of course it was up above visiting Ivy flowers upon a scaffolding of Hawthorn. One solitary Hawthorn in open grassland had one third of its canopy broken off due to Ivy occupation. Most likely the Ivy’s evergreen leaves had caught the wind leading to the breaking of branches. Most thorns were leafless but laden with berries. A naked Elder had the orange /yellow cover of Xanthoria parientina lichen upon its branches.
Having seen Mullein in flower of site I went for a second look amongst the ridge’s quarry hollows. Also only last year’s dead stem stood amongst Bramble cover, perhaps the seeds had fallen into the dark cover of the Bramble thus not germinating.
Within the meadows out of a cowpat sprouted the dome of feather white cap possibly being a Snowy Ink Cap. Adjacent amongst the grass were Yellow Field Caps, the young having a shiny chrome yellow dome, whilst the opened caps were paler in colour. Their stems were yellow with white flecks.