In the dusk this evening a brown merlin was hunting the central area of the bog as I was on my last vigil counting the Harriers coming to roost. It was just a fast dark shape over the molinia until pitching on a post just 40 metres away.
No Harriers, hopefully they are either on their way to the Berwyns or Europe, anywhere really except a grouse moor in Scotland or Northern England!
Willow and Marsh Tit singing along the railway track.