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Heard n seem wipperwill today singing in a dead tree
Without a calendar available, I can tell you what time of year it is because mid to late May, the call of the whippoorwill let's me know it's almost memorial day and the end of spring
Listening to their beautiful song outside our kitchen window as I write this comment. We have many here in the rural Northwest Georgia Mountains. Our hobby farm borders the Cohutta Wilderness. We here them at a distance and close to the house. A welcoming song.
My husband and I listen to the familiar song of the Whip-Poor-Wills at our home in Huttonsville, WV. In 2014 The DNR had asked for sightings since Whip-Poor-Wills were on a decline in WV. I heard one and emailed them. Now 7 years later we are listening to 2 or 3 everynight. They are such a lovely song to hear. I am so glad they are here.
We live in a rural area in South Carolina. For the last few years we've been visited by a Whippoorwill. I love the sound, it reminds me of when I was a kid hearing it. Our dog however, doesn't like the sound much at all. She will be sound asleep inside and will wake up soon as she hears it, and will let out a bark each time the bird makes his sound. So we take her outside on the porch to listen, she still doesn't like it though, haha.
I don't know if it's the same one but he is around every year. He starts behind the house then slowly makes his way around until he sometimes sits on the roof!!! I live in a heavily wooded area. He sticks around for awhile then is gone, until the next night...
It is incessant! My wife and I fantasize about the whippoorwill finding a mate and flying far, far away. We are already sleep deprived from our four children, but year after year it seems the whippoorwill wants to ensure we are zombies. Please, please make it stop!
I spent a large part of my childhood on a timber farm in the southeastern part of Virginia between the Tidewater and the Piedmont. No air conditioner in those days, so all summer long the blooming Jasmine vine on the tree by my window perfumed my room, and the whippoorwills on the farm were the music to which I fell asleep. Good times, those summers.
After 30 years in my current home I had a whip-poor-will singing in the lilac bushes in front of the house. It has returned now for the 3rd year in a row. Love hearing it. If I go outside I can hear his call circling around the house in different locations while he calls for a mate.
I, like Liinda, heard the call of the Whippoorwill at night in my youth here in southern Illinois. I miss that soooo much 'ALL IS WELL'!! I too wish there were a reintroduction.
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