Since it was a beautiful warm evening, Linda and I decided to head north for our annual Nightjar quest. Just for a change from the usual spots, we parked on the heath where I first encountered the species 45 years ago. After a short wait (spent in the company of a delightful couple on holiday from Yorkshire) several birds began churring at around 10.00pm. Soon after, we enjoyed close views of at least four Nightjars, zooming low down among the scrubby trees: one repeatedly perched somewhat distantly on the same small birch. Great fun!
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