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Sitting on the back deck of our rural Alabama home, my husband and I heard our first whippoorwill call of the season. In fact, it’s been several years since we’ve heard their lilting, beautiful song. With the crickets and frogs evening chorus reaching its full crescendo, the whippoorwills call carried loud and clear through the treetops. When we were children, it was a common sound here in the foothills of the Appalachians. Sadly,it has become too rare. The sound carried us back to spring evenings almost sixty years ago when we played outdoors till bedtime and parents forced us in. Grumbling, we would gather our jar with holes punched in the top and filled with lightening bugs, and make our way to bed.
We have recently moved out too hard dream home on 34 Acres full of woods and lots of Wildlife. Each night for the past 2 weeks we've had a whippoorwill around our front porch area making his call very loudly. He is a determined one!
I have heard my first of the season here in Murphy, NC. So beautiful and soothing. I enjoy their melody so very much. Earth Mother has been so gracious in allowing me to live in a place where she has made a perfect place for them here in Western N. Carolina.. since moving here 3 yrs. Ago, i have been blessed with their return again and again.
Love to hear them. They are the sound of peace and tranquility to me. I love them and wish I could see them instead of just hearing their lovely call!
The first time I ever recall and recognizing a whipporwill's call was in the pre-dawn hours.of April 16, 2017. It was Easter Sunday and I was in Northern Florida. It was also the day my brother died of a heart attack. He was 53 years old. I always associate their call with my brother. It's a mystical sound to me. I sit here tonight in the same spot, listening to the whipporwill calling out, and think of my brother.
As a child my grandparents lived 15 miles from a small rural town. In the summer I would stay with them. The whipperwills would sing all night. Loved to listen to them. Also the bobwhites would chime in when they got a chance.
Growing up in east central Oklahoma during the 40's and 50's I would often have to raise a window for a soothing breeze in the summertime. We lived in a 4 room house with no A/C. Night noises became an adventure; a hound dog or two chasing a raccoon off in the distance and the serenade of a whippoorwill were two I most remember. When the whippoorwill started his serenade, I knew everything was alright. Some nights I would wait to fall alseep to hear him. Often times, there would be multiple birds afar from one another. What a treat.
Our Dad often took us trot line fishing on the N Canadian river and always to perfection, we would lie on a quilt and fade away in sleep to the whippoorwill serenade and the sound of the river current and the sound of cottonwood trees.
I can't tell you the # of times I listened to him, but it was always a good thing as I knew everything was alright.
I remember hearing Whippoorwills all the time when I was little while I stayed with my grandpap. I use to love that sound. I have been trying to figure out how to get them to come back to the area. I have only heard maybe one in the past 30 years. It, like so many other things, is becoming a thing of the past.
I called her Lilly of the valley.
Like grapevines Of muscadines lining a hollow hill. Scents of moccasin flowers & daffodils .
Eyes like sugar sand from maple trees full of whippoorwills .
I called her the rivers moon.
Her Beauty was advent of a rose where no others bloom . Glowed like sweet honey an wild rye. She was just the devil in the soft southern sky .
We used to hear them every evening and enjoyed their
lonesome song. They were so prevalent around our little farm.
Now they are gone ? I guess the sale of so much rural area
around here, high way construction, subdivision building etc.
has cause them to abandon our area. To bad. progress sometimes
sucks !
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