Last hour on the mere, best sighting was the sunset, wow. The wind had dropped away and a good hatch of midges in the warm evening air were welcomed by the most chiffchaff so far who were launching themselves from the cover of the blackthorn. The ducks, grebes and coots likewise enjoying the banquet. The male lapwing had a competitor tonight, another male appeared (maybe there's some commuting between here and Skokholm) plus the female still. The displaying male chased off a pair of ruff that tried to land too close but seemed unbothered by the black-tailed godwit. A snipe the only other wader. A couple of Red Admirals in the sheltered spots. Despite the clouds of midges there were no hirundines. Stonechat nest building. 3 chough.
