Last night was a good, clear night, so Laura and I went to find nightjars at Agden.

We took a stroll up and down Agden Side Road just after 9pm, which was a beautiful sight as the sun set behind the peaks. A kestrel hunted in the dusk, grouse chuckled in the distance, bats flittered overhead, and a stoat ran across the road in front of us.

Then, after about twenty minutes, the unmistakable sound of a churring male nightjar. It was coming from quite a way off, and we didn’t see the bird, but the oddly mechanical-sounding noise must surely be one of the most evocative sounds in nature as it drifts through the dusk. Hopefully a return visit before they fly off for the winter will give us a glimpse of one of these elusive birds.


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