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I sit on my porch every evening and listen to it Sing, it,s singing now as I type this comment, it just gives me pice full thoughts, I love to listen to the whippowills, they are ugly birds, but have a great call!
I live in a rural community near Lewisburg, WV , along the Greenbrier River. We hadn't heard a whippoorwill for several years until last year. I have been anxiously waiting to see if they would return this year. We experienced cooler weather during April this year and the days are finally getting warmer. (Actually really warm- near 80 degrees yesterday.) At 3:42am, I got my answer. It was singing loudly, right outside my window. I was thrilled to hear the sounds, but hope he gets on a more familiar schedule.
Living in the mountains of eastern Kentucky I wait patiently for April and the return of spring Knowing that the whippoorwill will return and the season will remain warm until fall returns and they migrate again .. My grandmother use to say once you hear the whippoorwill return it’s time to plant corn .., for me it was just the joy of hearing the beautiful song they sing and the fond memories that song brings rushing back from my childhood .But how sad to watch the evening sky fill with them in the fall as they fly away until the following spring.., ❤️
Thanks to my father, who played the guitar, I grew up hearing whippoorwills call: "When whippoorwills call, and evening is nigh, I hurry to my blue heaven..." Hmm. Now I'm wondering if whippoorwills really do make their nests "where the roses bloom." :) The song has been recorded by over 100 artists. My personal favorite is by Leon Redbone.
I have fond memories of hearing whippoorwills while walking into Fowler Pond in Baxter State Park with my parents and later with my best friend Wayne Scott. We often camped at Lower Fowler Pond and almost always heard the wonderful sounds of whippoorwills in spring and early summer. 1959 was the last year Wayne and I walked into Fowler and we had great luck-heard the whippoorwill and caught our limit of beautiful brook trout. I miss those days and my friend.
When I was a young girl, we would stay and visit my Grandparents farm, here in WI. These were my happiest memories as a child. It was so wonderful to be able to be outside, and not hear car traffic, city noise. I would be so excited to go. When we left, I would cry, the 75 miles back home. Because I loved them and the farm so. I remember listening to all the birds there. Being outside sitting in the swing, or front porch. I would ask my mother and Grandmother what kind of birds were singing. One of my favorites was the Whipporwill. It was so different. Kind of sad, but soothing. It's been a very long time, since I have heard them. I thought maybe they were disappearing. I guess I'm just in the city and can't hear them. I sure would love to though. ❤
My mother use to say that when you heard the whippoorwill there would be no more frost that spring. I have found this saying to be true.
I just moved to Tennessee year ago bought property here back in the plauto mountains in I have about 20 around my place at night makes me sleep good
Our home backs up to a Pineland Reserve, and while I find the sounds of nature to be soothing, my husband does not. In fact, he has a particular distaste for the call of the whippoorwill! These birds somehow manage to lurk in the trees directly outside our bedroom window, as if to taunt him, and while I can sleep right through their night calls, my husband has actually got up from bed to go outside and to try and scare them away. This annual ritual has become quite the joke in the neighborhood, and led a bunch of us to research this bird one summer night. No sooner had we read that "it is very difficult to see a whippoorwill, as they often hide in darkness," when one bird got tripped up in the light of our high-powered flashlight, and landed right in front of us on our patio! What a treat for all of us to get to see our loud and obnoxious little friend up close for even a few seconds.
Im in North Al. Every Spring the males chant for hours, all night. Like yours, right outside the bedroom window. I can chase them off, but they like that spot and are soon back.
The only solution is an electric fan to cover the racket so we can sleep.
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