Uncharacteristically, they rose with barely a sound, from their woodland roost and head for the nearby stubble fields in search of breakfast.

The increasing light then caught the Canada geese plus a lone greylag goose and put them on edge until they moved off for their first meal of the day. My breakfast cereal and cuppa within fuelled my wander about the farmland to the north of Little Woolden Moss Nature Reserve arriving in time to gain glimpses of a stonechat as it swept off its perch and down onto its insect prey.

Skylark milled about the sky no doubt checking for predators before they alighted onto the food rich stubble fields that this farmer kindly leaves over winter every year, ensuring that our spine tingling songsters of the air are kept in fine voice.

Whizzing by from their roost, somewhere to the south, a flock of at least 200 Starling raced over to meet up with of at least 350 jackdaw which were noisily bobbing about these same breakfast-bearing fields.

A flock of lapwing left their ploughed field refuge and wandered about the sky finally deciding to head off west, food to be had I assumed. And so the Wild woke up to breakfast quite nicely thank-you!

By now you will have gathered that today’s Wild was a reflection on our own lives when the first meal of the day propels us all into another day-lit adventure.