Bow to the power of the bullMrs B sent me out for the annual night birding session, where I try and catch up with nightjar. Had time for a couple of hours at Klarningen before dusk even looked like it was approaching. Day-length is increasing rapidly at this time of the year (nearly 25 minutes a week).
Klarningen was quiet with the usual resident waders (including a pair of ringed plovers), but disturbingly the first green sandpipers (2) of autumn I suspect. Birders never really get a summer, just the hectic spring passage followed almost immediately by a slow drift south as failed-breeders make their slow way ahead of the autumn crowd. Also here a wheatear (are they breeding?), a single yellow wagtail and several new-in marsh warblers.
Petersberg during a prolonged sunset produced the resident pair of red-necked grebes and three amorous or argumentative cuckoos. Nearby as dusk fell a male goshawk was pursued by a hoody.
Älemossen after dark was decidely chilly but a few snatches of nightjar song were heard. Overhead an equally invisible woodcock was roding. Snipe were drumming and a tawny owl called form nearby trees. As midnight approached I headed for Klarningen.
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