Less windy than last weekend, but rather chilly when the sun was in. Nine guests of the Safari Britain camp came along for a short walk along the escarpment, and the birds didn’t let us down.
Close to the campsite, a couple of Kestrels manoeuvred themselves in the breeze, showing off the skills that give them their alternative (and better) name, ‘Windhover’.
In the copse just up from the campsite, a party of Goldcrests called from the trees but kept themselves hidden. In the quiet that is mid-July, a loud lone Wren made sure there was some song to listen to. A Woodpigeon cooed softly and a Carrion Crow made gruffer sounds in handy comparison to the occasional Rooks and Jackdaws.
Onto the open hillside, and Meadow Pipits were in evidence, plus a Green Woodpecker flying low across the grass. Overhead, small, loose groups of Swifts headed east, along with numerous Herring Gulls, and one Black-headed. A couple of neat fly-by Stock Doves offered a change from the ubiquitous Woodpigeons.