The yaffle of green woodpeckers is a common sound on our
cliffs, and I often come across them whilst walking along the coastal
paths. They feed on the
rabbit-cropped sward, looking for ants, and other small invertebrates. When
disturbed, they usually call, head off to perch on a high rocky outcrop, or fly
back to the woodlands, which in some places, reach almost down to the sea.
At this time of year, the sound on the cliffs is mostly of
sea, wind and birds. There’s always the hiss of the sea, and usually the sound
of breakers on the rocks. It’s
rarely silent. Today is a calm day, with a thick fog covering the coast. and all I
hear is the clang of the Mixon Buoy, the foghorn at Mumbles Head, and the drone
of ships’ engines out of sight, but even on day’s like this, there’s often the call
of a raven somewhere overhead.
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