Rent, manage and spend much time relaxing in a three acre paddock next to my cottage, and have been doing so for decades.
I've changed to a late summer mowing regime, and given up haymaking in the last six years.
I've been live trapping small mammals this summer again, and the numbers are staggering this year.
Spent last evening watching a young barn owl roding right over my head. I was under the canopy of a field side oak tree, and he put on a show of vole-catching for me and the dog. Flutter; hover; swoop; bob about in the long grass; lift; a few beats; dinner passed, flopping, from beak to claw. And off into the shadows of an ash tree, filled with holes, one of which is no doubt home.
There is a corridor of barn owls here, east and west, using lowland grasses, stream, ditch and river banks. At the eastern extent I'm told by my man at Natural England, the largest concentration of madge in Europe.