Over the last few weeks the character of the island has
changed. With the exodus of many sea
birds the coast and cliffs are strangely quiet – the guillemots, razorbills and
puffins have long since left; now the kittiwakes and many fulmars have
followed. Out on the plateau the gull
chicks have fledged, with just a few mottled brown stragglers stalking the
paths, and the adults have dispersed from their colonies. Walking over to Skomer head the low
‘cronking’ of the ravens is audible as these massive, heavy-billed birds fly
acrobatically overhead, or stand broodingly on outcrops of rock, in apparently
solemn consideration of the island.
Everywhere the bracken has been browned by the wind, chocolate dark in
the rain, as if a fire has swept through the vegetation. The only colour comes from splashes of yellow
ragwort, and a few stands of purple loosestrife, crumpled and tired with
age. When it is dry, the seed heads of
red campion rattle at the slightest touch and deep down amongst the tangle of
plants the high pitched squeaking of shrews can be heard.
Much of the interest now is at sea – crossing Jack Sound on
the Dale Princess yesterday Sarah spotted a sunfish – these can grow to two or
three metres in length, and cruise close to the surface, one fin lazily waving
above the water. Many porpoise and
common dolphins have been seen out in St Brides, gathering where the gannets
circle and dive for shoals of fish, sometimes acrobatically bursting from the
sea as they hunt or play. There are many
seals too, gathering on the beaches to pup, the cows watched over by large,
territorial males which coral them close to the shore, waiting for their chance
to mate (two weeks after pupping, the females are ready to breed again).
It is a windswept, cloud broken morning as I write, and
before I settle down to a variety of computer based tasks I will head out to
the coast to see what birds have been blown in from the sea and to look for
cetaceans in the rough waters of St Brides Bay.