Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Here in these Southwest Virginia mountains, I am thrilled to hear a whipporwill calling at 9 p.m. and again about 5:30 a.m.
After several years of hearing none, I feared their extinction.
For the past few years, I have heard only one. I suspect there was a mate far enough back in the forest so I did not hear it.
However, for several nights recently, I have heard a response to the one who is louder (closer) in my woods. The fainter answer sounds like a “bur-green” instead of “whipporwill.” Perhaps it
is younger and less experienced. But the cadence is the same.
It is a sound from my childhood that I welcome with open ears.