A very wet early morning patrol, with water dripping onto my binoculars every time I used them!
The Guillemots were again occupying their ledge, the black and white bodies packed on, but today no calling to be heard and none on the water to be seen.
Flying overhead were a couple of Pied Wagtails, the call and flight easy to recognise in the gloom of the morning, as they landed on the wall the long tail became visible.
Also flitting into the air was a flock of Meadow Pipits a short piping sound a sound as they rose, I watched them circling about and then as they landed amongst the hooves of the Hereford Cattle.
On the ground the slimy wet caps of the Field Blewitt fungi varying in sizes from cup to dinner plate, but all with a grey-brown sheen.
In the hedgerow the bright red of the Black Bryony berries hanging on the thin twisted brown line, vibrant against the backdrop of the branches and dead leaves.
Some squawking Jays caught my attention as I wandered around the woodlands, their noisy voice in contrast to the silent way they fly. The white rump spotted as it moved from the evergreen Holm Oak to the English Oak which is still holding onto its brown leaves, most of the other species having lost their leaves.
A flock of Long-tailed Tits moved amongst the twiggy branches of the Hawthorn, a constant twittering heard above the incessant sound of dripping rain.
The seep of a Redwing made me turn to see this thrush in the Blackthorn alongside the dark beaked Blackbirds.
A single Yarrow plant flowering in the long grass while the red berries of Cotoneaster and the orange of Stinking Iris added to the morning’s colour.