A glorious early morning walk to the cliffs, blue sky and sunshine, but a strong, cool, south westerly. Cliff Lane started the ball rolling with Yellowhammers singing out and the accidental flushing of at least three Grey Partridges. The walk down to the cliffs was serenaded by singing Sky Larks. Approaching the cliffs the calls changed to guttural growling with thousands of Auks on the ledges, sea and in flight. The Guillemots and Razorbills were back in town! (My first Razorbills of the year!). I wouldn't be at all surprised if someone with a scope, scanning the rafts on the sea, doesn't find a Puffin or two! Of course, Fulmars and Gannets were in good numbers as well.
Razorbills
Guillemots (with some "Bridled" Guillemots)