Yesterday may have been the last day of the sun for a while so I grabbed my chance for a walk. It was a greyer, more overcast day as I set out not much after 9.00 am, but as I sneaked through the gap in the fence and made my way across the fields towards the Horsefield the sun came out and it felt quite warm when sheltered from the wind. The cultivated fields have been disc harrowed and are very dry; as I walked across the land was being sown and a cloud of dust followed the tractor. Yellow xanthoria lichen clothing the hawthorns glowed bright orange-yellow in the sun. I noted several domed magpie nests, one with half a sheep's fleece hanging out which the birds were obviously using to line the nest. I can't think where the nearest sheep are so they must have been flying a long way to find it. Blackthorn blossom (next year's sloe gin) was a froth of white in the hedgerows, yellowhammers and chaffinches were singing lustily and a buzzard and sparrowhawk soared over the field. The song of a skylark cascaded down as it hovered as if suspended on an invisible thread. At one point the buzzard was harried by a crow. Yellowhammer Great Tit Chaffinch Magpie Woodpigeon Crow Dunnock Buzzard Sparrowhawk Skylark To view large, please click on an image.