Out to the Washes where Tawny Owl and assorted wildfowl made a soft din. Lapwing song peewitted up and down, rolling and bouncing just like the flight actions of their tumbling display. Away across the summerlands a Black-tailed Godwit wittered away amidst the drumming Snipe and agitated Redshank. I checked likely Spotted Crake spots to no avail, including a prolonged spell at Oxlode where I had heard one earlier in the month. The Bittern that had been booming last week didn't man up and thump the air either.
A little disappointed after a good start I decided to leave the Washes and check some other sites. I was over the moon when, at my first stop, the persistent whip of Spotted Crake song could be heard across the now chilly air. Grasshopper Warblers were also evident amidst the chatter of Sedge Warblers and a Bittern hoofed out a cracked boom a couple of times. A walk closer to the Crake allowed some low-fi voice recording on the phone.
A wonderful hypnosis washed over as layers of monotonous reeling drones and metronomic whips were laced with drumming Snipe and the scratches and chunterings of Acrocephalus melody. With the full moon risen and the mist hanging just above the damp fen grass sward there was intoxicating magic woven into the fabric of the night.