A Green Woodpecker yaffled as it undulated across the sky, the bird bringing attention to itself with its call, the greeny-yellow rump easy to spot as it flew towards the Willow where it stopped, perched upright on the trunk.
Bounding slowly across the short grass was a Rabbit, which was looking a bit damp, hopefully it will be a good year for these small lawnmowers!
In the sky the sun just shone through the cloud producing a silver orb, while the sound of the water pounding against the cliffs drew me to the coastpath. Here Rock Pipits are displaying, at least 4 spotted as they flitted up, hovered and then dropped again, often calling and singing in a slightly high-pitched squeak.
On the water below, bobbing up and down amongst the grey swell, were 18 Razorbills. The jet black colour and thick bills distinguishing them from the similarly sized and shaped Guillemots which were also there.
As I counted the Razorbills the pairing bonds were evident to see as the couples tapped bills and touched necks.
The Guillemots more individual on the water, while on the ledge at least 150 were packed together, preening, bowing and growling to each other.
Skimming past the limestone cliffs was a Fulmar, the narrow wings mottles grey on the back, contrasting with the barrel chest as it soared superbly.
An eruption from the rock face saw a flock of 40+ Jackdaws take flight, which a loud cackling and yacking as they moved, twisting and turning as they did so.
In a sheltered area the early blossom of Blackthorn, the delicate pinky-white petals covering one small piece of scrub, while most of the rest is still bare.
As I was completing my patrol, I picked up some soggy litter from the car parks when a squally shower blew in from the west, hard rain droplets blasting and pummelling me soaking through my hitherto dry clothes!