During last night’s Stargazing seldom seen but as can be expected a Rat put in the briefest of appearances. On my home a Fox crossed the road before the Hospital. Yesterday whilst having 2 sessions of herding escaped cattle back into the correct fields I was fortunately supplied by passing walkers at just the correct moments. A Buzzard passed over the old quarried field. Walking back to Langton on Friday meant my witnessing the gully Winterbourne in full flow starting in Field 3 and flowing to the sea!
Glorious sunshine welcomed March and cast my shadow inland of the diagonal path. Path side a flush of Woodsage leaves were out. Downslope Jackdaws and one Jay perched in the tops of Blackthorn and Hawthorn. From the cliff top I was lucky to see a linear raft of seven Guillemots upon the sea before they headed out to sea to join the others. Offshore there were many small wavelets and only Herring Gulls and Greater Blackback Gulls added to the scene. However, a speeding flock of Racing Pigeons skimmed me on the coast path. Their relatives Rock Doves were also to set up from the cliffs but headed west instead.
The urban coastline was seen across Durlston Bay. One surfer whom had negotiated the zig zag with board was due to enter to water only to be accompanied by pot marker buoys as far as I could see. Fresh Valerian leaves protruded from the coastal dry-stone wall. A wet, weeping rock face greeted me upon caravan terrace. Water dripped into small pools om the rock face. In the sun there were plenty of Primrose flowers whilst up above there were two rather pale Violets flowers. They could have been Wood Violet or perhaps Sweet Violet, however the latter would have been a Durlston first. I was not going tom scale the rock face to test it for scent!
Bamboo canes within the Dell are marking where our Landscape Architect is considering planning specimens. Seaward of the bridge one possibly two Bullfinches were glimpsed. A sycamore housed a pair of Great Tits and a Blackbird. The latter went to Investigate Ivy berries. Meanwhile, a Squirrel sat perfectly still in the upturned “arm pit” where a branch met a Sycamore trunk.