I wasn't planning on starting the Global Big Day by listening to nocturnal migration. But my dog scratched at the door, so I took her out just now in the misty overcast night, and I heard lots of Swainson's Thrushes, giving their Spring Peeper-like Weet calls from overhead. Then a Spotted Sandpiper. Then the Holy Grail of nocturnal migration on the Front Range: the "Kwiddywit!" of an Upland Sandpiper. It called about 10 times as it flew from south to north.
My high-pitched hearing is not good, so I doubtless missed lots of warblers and sparrows. Everything must have been flying low in the slight mist. There was a flight call every 5-10 seconds or so. If anybody's awake in this area right now, step outside. It's one of those mythical nights that Ted Floyd has been raving about for years.
Nathan Pieplow