Monday
I’d paused to work out how many Whitethroats were singing from brambles surrounding a little pond behind Toot Rock. One was fluttering up in song flight straight ahead of me but I could hear another – maybe two, neither visible – from further over. From the small copse to one side there still came the sounds of a Blackcap and a Chiffchaff which have been singing there all day every day for six weeks, backed up by a Wren, a Chaffinch and a Great Tit.
Overhead, the Coastguard Chickens were cackling back and forth between the sheep-grazed turf and their chmney-pot nests while further above them corallini were gliding on pellucid wings.
My attention was caught by a baby Rabbit, as sweet but in better shape than those that arrive on our door-step (or, if the cat-flap remains unlocked, under our bed) which nibbled among a snow-drift of Aspen fluff, in the lee of Hawthorns decked with points and sprays of almond-scented blossom. Just in front of the rabbit, a clear smooth shape gleamed in the sunshine: a Fox’s skull, its sharp teeth no longer a danger.
Then there was another pale point – one that moved in a characteristic, diagnostic way out from the middle of a big Hawthorn and back to the same place. My first Spotted Flycatcher of the year.
What else? Well, on Sunday I saw 80 species in a 3 hour walk (Warning: this list may contain Feral Pigeons but is free of hybrid geese.) All the exciting, dramatic, colourful waders have moved on since we’ve been away but in their wake have arrived varied warblers to occupy their Second Homes on the gorgeous Sussex coast. There were still several Whimbrel and 4 Curlews hanging on as well as that Wigeon (good for bird-racers!) and the Little Gull is still on site. Other than that…Swifts! Cuckoo! Hobby! er……….




















