I look forward to hearing the call of the whip-poor-will each morning as the woods wakes up. Nature has a way of informing us as we enter into its world as it sleeps and slowly then begins opening its eyes and provides us with the first rays of light and sounds. I do not like to be late each morning as I pursue this ole bird....fear I will be missing out on what I consider is most important part of the day.
We used to have tons of those things.
Rarely hear them any more. In fact I honestly don't remember the last time I heard one.
