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A few years back I heard the whipperwhill call outside my window at dusk... Several hours later I was woken to some form of witch trying to choke me out, hissing in my face....
All I could think to do was say the Lord's prayer.... thoughts? ( Wise ass comments need not apply)
Heard a Whippoorwill cal this morning (August 17) in southern Jordan! It must be migrating? And, since it was morning, I figure it must be traveling.....
We live in Central Texas. This morning a whipporwill sang all around our cabin. It's been here several times this spring and summer.
As a child, teen and young man in Southern Maryland I enjoyed listening to the Whippoorwills in the evenings on our farm. The farm and I are still there, but the Whippoorwill has moved on. I haven't heard that beautiful sound for about 30 years. I miss it.
As a child in Virginia the Whippoorwill call was earmarked early on as a part of life. We lived on the beach and had many spring nights the window ACs stayed off with the windows thrown open for weeks collecting the salt breeze. Then my city grew and grew practically to the point where all trees were landscaped. I didn't hear them again for years. I've never heard more than one at a time, perhaps singing a duet with the Bob White.
I now have a little spot in the country in SC. Leaving the windows open is out of the question because of the heat, but I can hear him before it's even dark, while I put my chickens to bed. I work much more slowly, to prolong time with sleeping chickens and a singing Whippoorwill.
I LOVE going to our cabin in northern WI because I hear them all night long! I wait till everyone goes to bed and sit out on the deck and just listen to them all! Actually I am listening to them as I type this. Their songs and the wolf howls just lull me to sleep❤️
Mom's time was short. I was laying on my side in a recliner next to her bed watching her breathe. Each breath was slower to come to her. Each breath was shallower than the one before. It was the early morning. Those mystical hours just past midnight. I would doze off only to wake up and look and listen for that next breath. At one point, I woke up to a sound. A bird outside the window. I checked Momma. She didint breathe. The only sound was the bird. A whipperwill outside the window. She left this earth, on the wing of a whipperwill.
I have heard whippoorwill calls all night long when people have been dying in a house close by several times...you may call it folk lore but it's true
Born and raised in Florida. First heard the whippoorwill at my Aunt's in the Ocala National Forest. It is a haunting nostalgic sound. And reminds me of summer nights and moonlight.
When i lived in southern illinois i use to listen to them every spring. I loved these birds and i .iss hearing them. I didnt know all the lore about the beautiful birdsexcept for the goats milk my dad told me that story
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