This weekend, while idling watching a warbler on the clifftop, I noticed that the field of stubble had developed a rich variety of low plant life - weeds, in other words. It was clear that there was plenty of grain and other seeds for passing migrant birds, as flocks of them flew up as I walked across the field.
Along with the mayweed and late poppies, the most stiking was the wild carrot, which had appeared in a compact form accentuating the main umbel around which side shoots had branched.
Looking closer, field pansies had appeared...
...with seed pods ready to send the new generation into the earth, ready to appear after the next harvest.
No doubt Redshank drove farmers to distraction before the arrival of chemical herbicides, but thankfully the National Trust-managed Bockhill Farm allows this delicate plant to grow in the stubble.
Small sow-thistle - an arable weed introduced - like many others - from southern Europe, probably in seed and grain.
Oh, and the warbler? A Paddyfield Warbler that sportingly stayed in the same place after it was found, giving excellent close views (although I should point out that there are far better photos posted elsewhere).
I cleverly managed to find this bird by following the trail of panting twitchers, after I had given up looking for the shrike on Friday afternoon.