Another day at Agnes

Initially, the plan was to spend this 4 hour jaunt roaming around the footpaths which cut through the 'gorsey, grassy, woody, greeny' section which runs almost parallel with the coastal path. It was here, one fateful afternoon, that I found my first Stock Dove. Buggered if I was going to see that again...

I sat, waited, and other than Robins and Wrens filling the air with their tweeping, it seemed a lost cause straying from the coastal path. So, after bagging a few Chaffchiffs, finding two rather large swarms of wasps (which I walked straight into), eying up a troupe of Long Tailed Tits and watching a Fox scratch its neck, I dragged my carcass back to the cliffs.

No wind = no kestrel, but luckily I caught him perching on a rock before he took off in search of some windy action. Actually, it was very still and in tern this meant very little action from the seabird populous of Agnes. Only some Herring Gulls, an Oystercatcher and Shags could be seen. A Grey Seal was swimming around, probably enjoying the calm sea. Other than that, rather a disappointment in sea birding terms, not that I would have seen anything of any interest anyway, but still, it was rubbish, so sod off.

I decided, due to my legs seizing up and going into spasm, to park my big old booty on a plank of wood fashioned into a seat and play the waiting game. The first sighting came from a Robin and, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, a Wren appeared. Then, thankfully, two Stonechats popped up. This didn't please the Robin, who made a swift beeline for the Chat and chased him off his perch onto another. The recovering Stonechat then had to deal with a Wren deciding to take a pop at him, but the chat didn't budge, so the Wren flew off to a bush and got slightly annoyed with himself for being so small (I assume).

On the way back a Wheatear appeared in the field next door and another appeared in the heathery spot to my left. A Buzzard flew over, a few Collared Doves pottered around and the usual crow family (Jacks, Rooks and dead rockstars seeking revenge) just, sorta, flew about, not really doing much.

Next time: Last St Agnes for a week where I find a blackbird and some soil...