Early morning on the escarpment beside the Plantation, New Year’s Eve. Quizzical notes from an unseen Brambling (just out of its roost in the woods?), then a Red Kite, circling low over the hillside, my first and last of the year.
Down Firle Bostal, a Stoat sped past a roadside gap along the chalky field edge.
At New Elms pond, a Grey Wagtail flashing its white bits and trilling.