#nocmig
I've got an itch that I need to scratch. Something that is missing from my ornithological life. And that is getting involved with this 'nocturnal migration' malarkey. There are a band of brothers (and no doubt some sisters) who are sticking microphones out in their gardens overnight and recording the sounds of the night-time that would otherwise go undetected. It sounds like fun - it sounds like the sort of thing that I'd get involved in. I've investigated what is needed to get started, weighed up the pros and cons and... well, I haven't quite taken that final leap into the purchase of a recorder, a microphone, and the download of software - but we are getting near to that point. What's not to like, sifting through several hours worth of recording and separating the car alarms, aircraft and foxes from the calls of migrating waders, Coots and Common Scoters?
I love nocturnal bird calls. I've spent an April night sitting on the moat at Dungeness and listened entranced to a stream of waders going overhead. My own inland garden here in Surrey has produced Bar-tailed Godwits, Ringed Plover, Moorhen and Common Sandpiper in the dark while checking the moth trap. There is potential...
I love nocturnal bird calls. I've spent an April night sitting on the moat at Dungeness and listened entranced to a stream of waders going overhead. My own inland garden here in Surrey has produced Bar-tailed Godwits, Ringed Plover, Moorhen and Common Sandpiper in the dark while checking the moth trap. There is potential...
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When night fishing as a kid I remember being started by what appeared to be screaming pterodactyls flying about in the dark. Grey Herons of course.
In New Zealand at my mother in laws place (Rodney District), for twenty odd years, most nights after dark I heard some unknown birds calling over head. I finally discovered they were Cook's Petrels taking a short cut over land from the Tasmin sea to where they breed on Little Barrier Island.
I found I could look up and see them being illuminated by the lights of Warkworth. This was due to their flight path channeling them right through a gap in the hills, right over the town.
I felt at those moments to be party to an incredible secret.