I am starting to feel my age. To be clear, in my early 40’s I really am not complaining. However, I feel the wind of an increasingly fast downhill ride in my face now: I notice that I should probably get myself some reading glasses soon. My left knee occasionally hurts after a long day in the field. Overall, I can’t do things anymore that I could do just a few years ago, both physically and mentally. While still in my 30’s I did not feel any differences to being in my 20’s, but the early 40’s make it clear once and for all that I have definitely left my youth behind. This sounds – and is – dark. There is, however, also a bright side to it all. With age comes wisdom, a calm feeling of security, of having a firm place in, and grip of the world around me. My life experience allows for a generally calm and balanced demeanor. I just know things even without having learned them. I simply and correctly deduce the facts from analysing and observing the world. This has allowed me to move from having an opinion to owning the truth in all that I say, and being invariably correct in all that I do, regardless of what others say or write – be it in casual conversations, books, or in scientific publications. I am just not fooled anymore.

Take, for example, the group of the goatsuckers Caprimulgidae – the nightjars, and nighthawks, and whip-poor-wills, and widow-chuckers. I know for a fact that science is correct in stating that they don’t suck the milk of goats. Why? Well, because I have seen many a goat’s udder, and not once did I notice a nightjar attached to it.  Then again, science is definitely wrong in stating that goatsuckers have legs. They don’t, and I know it. Why? Well, because I have seen many a goatsucker, and not once did I notice a leg attached to it. They sure have feet, which is the likely cause for some whippersnapper scientists to conclude they must have legs for the feet to be attach to. But they don’t. The feet are directly attached to the belly or – frankly – might really just be specialized derivates of their breast feathers. This is what I am able to conclude from my age-related immense treasure trove of experience, which makes it an indisputable truth.

Here, I show you a few images of Savanna Nightjars, a Southeast Asian species I was able to observe nicely and commonly on Java and South Borneo in 2012 and 2013. You will clearly see a nice bird, but you will see no legs whatsoever.

savanna nightjar ground 2

 A Savanna Nightjar day-roosting in a relatively natural area (not all lawns should go the way of the dodo). You can see clearly why it made sense for them to lose their legs, or have you ever seen a fallen leaf on stilts?

Here is another one:

savanna nightjar ground 1

No. Legs.

A critical scientist or a generally skeptical person may now state that the legs are hidden in the tall grass in the first image, or in specific holes dug into the ground by the nightjar in the case of the second picture.
No, they are not. You can’t hide what you don’t have, and luckily Savanna Nightjars are frequently found in man-made habitats of more open character:

savanna nightjar on road

This bird is sitting on a road below a street lamp. You see? No legs. The feet protrude directly from the lower breast feathers, and – as suggested above – might be nothing but modified breastfeathers after all.

Here is a further series of images from another typical day-roost of the species: roof-tops. If you feel the inclination to experience failure, try spotting legs on them:

savanna nightjar 2

Legs: The Expendables 1

savanna nightjar 3

Legs: The Expendables 2

savanna nightjar

Legs: The Expendables 3


Those are the benefits of growing old. When life offers you lemons, make lemonade. Still I struggled and I suffered in the heat and humidity of a survey’s day on Java this past April, and I thought of the times in my 20’s when I hiked the Namibian deserts as if it was the easiest thing to do. Then I did it. I knew back then that I shouldn’t do it, but I couldn’t help it. And after all: when I asked myself at that very moment if life could get any worse, it was meant as a metaphoric question, not a challenge. The tropical thunderstorm life sent to me in response however was far from metaphoric. It was the vital part of a perfidious plan.
Luckily a tropical thunderstorm is the kind of weather phenomenon you can spot from afar, and I managed to leave my survey site and reach the bungalow in time to avoid the down-pour. So I found myself in the dry safety of a house, stood by the window, marvelling at the heavy rain outside and the fact that my old age and life experience had allowed me to calculate exactly when it was time to leave my survey area and arrive at the bungalows in a dry state.
This is when I accidentally bit on one of the lemon seeds life had tossed into my lemonade: On top of the bungalow next to mine, I could see a small group of Savanna nightjars perched in the rain on the open roof, and I asked myself if it was such a smart move to be perched on a rain-gathering roof when one has no legs to stand upon. Then I looked more closely:

savanna nightjars on roof in rain

What, by the great-grandson of Stresemann, is that bird in the lower foreground perched upon!?

savanna nightjar with legs

Legs! It’s got legs (and knowns how to use them)!
Who knew, or could have known!?

I feel betrayed and disillusioned. The only bright side to growing old has been dipped in ink.

Written by Jochen
Jochen Roeder was born in Germany and raised to be a birder. He also spent a number of years abroad, just so he could see more birds. One of his most astounding achievements is the comprehension that Yellow-crowned Night-herons do not exist, as he failed to see any despite birding in North America for more than two years. He currently lives near Heidelberg, one of the most boring places for a birder to live, a fact about which he likes to whinge a lot. When he is not birding or trying to convince his teenage son that patiently scanning some fields for migrants is more fun than staring at a smartphone, he enjoys contemplating the reasoning behind the common names of birds. He first became famous in the bird blog world on Bell Tower Birding.