Should have played away, and gone for the Marmalade Warbler, still singing near Abergavenny, but it won't do so forever.
Instead I spent the day doing chores I'd been putting off for ages (ie pointless ones), before giving Plex Moss a quick look.
Nothing out of the ordinary out there, as the place disappears under the wavy green crops of summer, but plenty of House Martins pulling shapes on the wires on a grey June afternoon, and Whitethroat and Blackcap still singing, alongside Corn Bunts, Yellowhammer and Skylarks.
A few groups of Swifts feeding high overhead.
Also got a very blurry glimpse of one of the resident Stoats zipping across a track after young birds in the verges no doubt, while I watched the post breeding Lapwings and Woodpigeons congregating.
Man, those babies are fast - it had cleared one side of the track and was almost into cover on the other side by the time I'd released the camera shutter - or maybe I'm just getting slower.
Otherwise all was quiet.
Luckily Tropical Thomason sent me his latest shot from Birkdale LNR, so thanks for that Trops...
Trops explains: "Managed a poor shot of the lesser whitethroat, deep in the heart of Birkdale, it's in some deep scrub near R.B. practice green. If you stand on the tall hill with a lone pine next to slack 20, also know as Thomason's delta (for some unknown reason) you should be able to hear it's monotonous rattling song. By getting close to the bird, you can hear the quiet jumbly scratchy warble, that always precedes its boring song.
"While watching this little beauty, it made me think that it might be slighter than it's commoner cousin, but it has bigger cohones.
"It has crossed the Sahara, the holy (unholy) land, all of Turkey and all of Europe to get here, the long way round and without a bike, no short cuts for this short ass."
Thanks too to Phil Smith for this superb image of an Elephant Hawkmoth in a Freshfield garden recently - another common moth species, but oddly it has yet to turn up at Dempsey Towers after five years of trapping.
Regular at Tropical's a mile or two up the road, but not here yet...ah, the challenges of mothing.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...