We have plentiful squirrels, nuthatches, song thrushes, coal tits and great tits all chasing the sparrows out of the way of the seed and nut supplies. Pheasants wander around the fields at all times of year, cheekily getting in on the farmyard routines of feeding the birds and our chickens each day.
Harry the Heron stalks up the adjoining field, in full sight of the Hayloft front door in the early afternoons, on his way to and from the Mill Pond and the River Dove at the bottom of the fields.
Kingfishers dart in and out of the reeds in the Mill Pond, across the parkland, ten minutes of walking from the farm gate.
The hedgerows are full of elderflowers to make fresh cordial in the summer, and wild garlic grows by the stream, just a field away from us. The farm track is lined with cherry trees and we have blackberries, damsons and sloes growing by the bucket-load to make jams and crumbles.
Betty the Buzzard lives in the trees at the top of Okeover Park, and swoops over to sit in the farmyard when looking for a sheltered post to wait for her lunch.
There are two families of hares in the valley that we see often (and probably many more) - one in the field to the south of the farmyard, and another in the field behind the old Mill.