Wednesday the 22nd and the Falcon was still sitting tight on her clutch, 3 eggs can be seen but more may be present; at 200+plus metres through a scope it is not easy to tell an accurate clutch size. She seems bored, picking around the scrape at grit anything to relieve the long hours she has sat. She seems to do most of the sitting, as in all previous visits it has been her on the ledge; even taking short flights to stretch the wings without relief of her partner. He sits away across the cove on a sentinel perch giving great views of the bay and any potential passing prey.
There is plenty of other bird life around, Gulls and Fulmars pass by on the updraughts, Oyster-catcher’s pipe their merry tune, a male Kestrel hovers effortlessly looking for an easy meal, almost oblivious to my presence; Rooks are busy nesting, carrying twigs and the like to line the nests in crevices in the rocks and male Stonechats sing atop the highest brambles proclaiming their territories. Cornwall looks magnificent along this stretch of coastline, it’s like stepping into ‘Poldark’ as an extra, only armed with binoculars and a scope.
On returning on Saturday the 25th the weather has taken a turn for the worse the sea mists are rolling in from the Atlantic the bay will be shrouded in mist within the hour I suspect. The walk to the cliff however is hopefull, if timings are correct then I hope to see young on this visit.
Sit back and enjoy the video – see what unfolded in the driving rain.