Friday May 16th

There are no Redshank on the mud at low tide, I expect that they are all away on their nests! There must be a Wren's nest close to the Jackdaw Tree; the Wren sings when I turn up, and there was a change in the 'language' when a large Crow landed on the tree! One of the Jackdaws, also with a nest just below the cliff, did not like this Crow one little bit. I heard a raucous noise from the Jackdaw as it repeatedly dive-bombed the Crow. When the Crow didn't move the Jackdaw landed on the other side of the tree - away from the Crow - eyed the Crow up and down - took off again - and went in for the kill! This time the Crow flew off, pursued by one very angry Jackdaw, they crossed the road, and only then was the Jackdaw happy. She returned the the tree and started preening. The Wren's notes became much sweeter, and I could see it sitting on a bottom branch of a little hawthorn on the Gorge edge.