In the early morning sun the Skylarks and Corn Buntings were all singing like mad and Yellowhammers were everywhere. On the path up to Langmead's Tomb I flushed a hen Pheasant which I suspect has nested in the shallow hedge, not the best of places as there is usually a constant stream of dog walkers. I paused at the top, searching for the male Black Redstart reported previously - no sign. So onward to No Man's Land, the walk there is easier than the walk back that is almost all uphill. It has always surpised me how well found this part of the Monarch's Way is, almost like a metalled road and as I descended into NML it dawned on me that this is where West Sussex County Council dispose of their road planings. A fact confirmed to this dim idiot by a large Cat's Eye plate right in the middle of the path! Doh!
I sat for two hours at NML, disturbed just once by a rider on what was a very fine looking horse, galloping along the grass strip along the side of the fields. A constant movement of Yellowhammers, Corn Buntings, Chaffinches, Robins, Wrens, Dunnocks and Blackbirds kept me on my toes. Not many photo opportunities apart from the obliging Yellowhammers perched on the tops of the hawthorn bushes. A passing male Sparrowhawk sent the tits into loud alarm calling, he didn't hang around and went looking for a meal elsewhere. Over the valley the Jays were doing their level best to disturb the Blackbirds with their insane screeching.
The return journey offered no surprises, no Wheatears or other spring migrants. However, if the present weather continues there will be precious little in the way of food in bone dry grass fields.
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No Man's Land - The Oxford English Dictionary contains a reference to the term dating back to 1320, and spelt nonesmanneslond, when the term was used to describe a disputed territory or one over which there was legal disagreement.
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