In the twilight savannas of central Africa, this master of illusion stirs the dusk with silent wings. By day it melts into leaf litter, unseen; by night it lifts into the warm air to hunt moths and flying insects, catching them on the wing with effortless precision. What makes it extraordinary is its fleeting transformation — during breeding season, males unfurl astonishing pennant-like feathers that stream behind them in moonlit flight. A ghost of the night with banners of light, yet a vital keeper of the evening sky.
Standard-winged Nightjar 👇
