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I used to live in South Jersey and would hear the whippoorwill call every evening in the summer.
Theme song for Robert Mitchem movie "Thunder Road"
My first memories of the whippoorwill's call were near my grandmother's home in the rural Shelbyville, IL area. We could hear them from the opened screen door of her kitchen in the evenings. If we heard our first whippoorwill while out on an evening walk, Grandma told me to lie down in the grass and roll over so that I wouldn't get arthritis. This was her tradition throughout her life and, to my knowledge, she never had arthritis. I live in Charleston, SC now. Just the other night, I heard the faintest call of a whippoorwill from the wooded area surrounding the ponds near my home. It brought back treasured memories of Grandma, as did this article.
During my growing years with my grandparents living in LeFlore County/SE. Oklahoma, one could tell the changing of the season by the birds, bus and insects. I looked forward seeing the first Dragon and Fireflies, Robin, Hummingbird, June Bug and Bees; of hearing the lonesome call in the evening of the Whippoorwill, hoping to hear another respond. I learned to imitate their whistle and with no hint of what I may have said, would exchange calls with the lone Whippoorwill until another arrived. Unfortunately, in the mid 1990s seasonal lines began disappear along with many insects and birds; trees too. Temperatures rising and the humidity! unreasonable when Real Feel temp is 120F. degrees. Basically no winter; by each January we are in drought condition under burn bans. Now retired, still living in the home I had shared with my grandparents, sitting outside the same backdoor under a darkening sky, I wait, watching and listening. The Katydids and Fireflies have all but gone. It has been many years since last I saw Dragonflies floating over the yard and heard the sound of a Whippoorwill calling out in the quiet of night. Sadly, the peaceful serenity and feeling of contentment brought by the music of the night and shared with my grandparents, seems to no longer exist to share with my grandchildren. There is no better way to end a day and ready for a good night's sleep, save a soft rain on a tin roof, than the mixing sounds of an easy evening breeze softly moving the leaves of the trees, crickets chirping, the whistle from a distant train and the calls of Whippoorwills.
C. J., I think you said it beautifully in the last line of your post. "There is no better way to end a day and ready for a good night's sleep, safe a soft rain on a tin roof, than the mixing sounds of an easy evening breeze softly moving the leaves of the trees, crickets chirping, the whistle from a distant train and the calls of the whippoorwills." The only thing I might add is the dancing of fireflies. I was raised in Northeast Texas where whippoorwills were always part of our evenings. When I was little, my grandad loved to ask me what whippoorwills eat, knowing I would say "corn bread." Where that came from, I have no idea! Anyway, I've lived in Southeast Texas for many years now, and we aren't blessed with whippoorwills in this area. But my cousin, who still lives in the northeast part of the state, will sometimes call at night in the summertime while he's sitting out on his front porch, and he holds the phone out so that I can hear the sounds of my childhood home again. It's really special. I'm thankful for this forum today. God's blessings on everyone.
I live in Northeast Texas. The whippoorwill call is my favorite. I sit on my back porch early every morning drinking my coffee and listening to them. Sometimes I sing along with them.
I live in central Illinois and have the pleasure of camping on my brother’s rather secluded timber & quarry. My experience is never complete without the whipperwill’s melodious song of the night. No siren’s call fills me with such supreme contentment and peace as I sleep deeply each time.
I live in the country of south east Oklahoma during the spring time the whipper wills call around my house . I love their song . I'm 66 years old and have hunted fished and camped all my life. I have listened to them all my life and if I open my windows at night I can go to sleep by them along with the calls of coyotes owls and bull frogs .
You are one blessed person to be able to hear the whipperwill, coyotes, owls and bull frogs. God's creation all around you. Praise the Lord!!
We are in western Maine, and have had the whippoorwills singing for the last two spring seasons. This month we even saw the female with two chicks, right outside our back door. They land on the concrete apron of our garage. Both times we have seen and heard them, it's been the around the Full Moon. The males sing for a few nights before and after, but now they're silent again. I'm waiting to see if they'll sing again around the June Strawberry full moon. They are fascinating, but as someone said, pretty homely.
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