A little further on we stopped again, and this time the sky was playing tricks away to the south, the dark clouds looking like distant mountains.
There were a few swallows passing, and two meadow pipits flew over calling, but apart from that and of course the Wood Pigeons, once again it was quiet.
Helen found this Drab Bonnet by the side of the road.
The field was left to stubble, but it had little clumps of small poppies amongst it, which as you looked across the field appeared as little pink red spots.
A sign of the approaching weather, a Lesser Black-backed Gull flew over, circling for awhile above Old Down.
It started spitting as we walked into the wood, as a result, it made the wood even darker. We went along the main path, then took the southern perimeter path. Again, there were lots of trees down, and it wasn't clear if this was due to vandalism or just a victim of the weather.
Once we started around the east side, we began to find fungi. This slime mould stood out on a birch tree. They were once thought of as bizarre fungi, but it turns out they are Protozoa. They start out as ameoboid organisms, that are free living and ingest bacteria, but also fungi. When conditions are good they combine to form the mould like appearance, called the plasmodium. The plasmodium is able to move, and oozes over the thing it is feeding on, in the case here, probably a bracket fungus. This is Fuglio Sepitca.
There we re quite a few logs covered with bracket fungus. This one is a Clustered Bracket.
We walked across the field towards Gradwell, there was a pair of juvenile Swallows around the horse paddock, but nothing else of interest. Rather than just head home we decided to walk down Gradwell to take the footpath to Lymington Bottom. A Jay flew down the lane, and in the field by the gate there were a few Blackbirds feeding.
I could hear a Blackbird calling in alarm and suspected there was an Owl in the tree, but couldn't find anything. Helen called me back to the gate, as there were birds in the bushes, On looking I could see Willow Warblers and Chiffchaffs feeding on insects amongst the bramble and elderberry. This one is a distant Chiffchaff.
They were flying about, and difficult to get close. It was also very dark but I quite like this picture of what is a Willow Warbler.
As we walked on, a Chaffinch was calling in the trees now, it wasn't happy about something, and we both started to search the trees again. Then Helen, told me come over, and pointed up into the tree, where I could see this looking down at us.
There was nothing much else as we walked the path. This Rabbit was caught in the middle of the horse paddock, and rather than run, it just seemed to try and flatten low on the ground in an effort to hide from us.