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June 06, 2012

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Oh yeah, we have whipporwills here on the farm. And one of my favorite things to do is to sit outside and listen to them.

tipper that is such a beautiful song.. i love it and thanks so much for sharing... now i can understand the song like the others have talked about.. it is a very haunting sound... and i would love to hear it in the mornings.. i love all the birds songs.. it makes me smile to hear them.. we have the regular ole birds here.. robins, doves, cardinals, bluejays, crows, wrens... etc. but i would love one of your whipporwills to come here and sing. :)
have a great weekend..
big ladybug hugs
lynn

The lonesome call of the whipperwill. We have some around here. I love to listen to them. The Screech owls... not so much. lol

I remember when my husband and I spent a vacation with our then three-year-old daughter in a cabin in the Shenandoahs. We had been told by the lady who owned the cabin to listen for the whippoorwills, so we all went out on the porch to listen. Our daughter was so excited when she heard their song: "I can hear them whippooring!"

I haven't heard a whippoorwill in years. The Internet tells me their numbers are decreasing, thanks to destruction of their nesting places and the abundance of feral cats.
As a child, whippoorwills put me to sleep at night when I spent time at my grandmother's. If there was a way to buy some whippoorwills and force them to live here, I spend a big amount of money to do so. I miss them.

I haven't' heard them here around home in WV yet, but a few weekends ago at my parents' house where I grew up, I made a recording of one pretty close by. You can hear it here:
http://www.myhomeamongthehills.com/2012/05/deeper-than-a-holler/

Great recording! I love it. I don't think I've heard one in a while, I'm going to have to start listening for them.

Yep, we have 'em. We hear about every bird you could imagine in our area. Funny thing is, we have a Mocking Bird that mimics a car alarm and another one that mimics a cell phone ring. It's hilarious to hear them.

God bless.

RB
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I miss whippowills!

I miss the sound of the whippoorwill's, that use to be in our woods when we first moved here, before the 4 lane was built, I was raised with the sound around our home, at evening time and at night, even the sound of the bobwhite, owls, sorta depressing to know this is something lost that you once had, I guess in a lot of ways we take for granted the simple things in life...

I remember hearing them all the time when I was a kid. My mother would have us listen closely since she believed there would be no frost after the first one was heard.

I love to hear the whipporwills though I never noticed them in the early mornings - I always hear them in the evenings. It's so hot & humid here that the AC is on all the time now. It's one thing I miss about WV, cool nights with the windows open & sleeping to the night sounds. Here, I have to go outside, brave the mosquitoes, ticks & humidity to hear the the sounds.

My dh works at a major food manufacturer & they were re-roofing the plant recently. My husband takes a lot of pictures for the plant & the mechanics asked him to go up on the roof to take a picture of a bird they found nesting on the flat asphalt roof - it was a whippoorwill! It was kind of funny how excited the men got about it. They all said they'd heard them all their lives but most had never seen one. They are hard to spot. She sat their on her eggs & would not leave them for anything.

I couldn't believe she could handle the very high heat there in the afternoons with no shade at all. It seems like it would cook her eggs.

Whip dropped by for Shavuot evening and gave us all quite a show. He sang the trademark song with a gusto that delighted my 8 year old Alaskan visitor and his Mom - a dear friend I had not seen in years. He kept swooping across the back yard and then back to land on an old stake I had used for a mullein plant. It was all "smiles and wows" for my group and I still wonder what it may have been that I could not see which he may have been hunting and eating. Probably saved some tree, herb or flower for me :-) Something else to research!!!

Tipper,
I haven't heard a whippoorwill around our house in years. When I was growing up, we would sit on the front porch of the evening, and listen to the whippoorwills on the mountains. You are so fortuate to still have these birds around your home. I sure wish they would return to our neighborhood.

Tipper,
I love the sounds of the whipper-
will. One time I was posseum
hunting with daddy and one of my
brothers and got to see one perched up under an overhanging
bank. It was an old loggin' road
and daddy just happened to shine
his light up under there and you
could see those little beady red
eyes. This one wasn't no bigger
than a large egg, but we didn't
bother him none. We use to sit
on the porch after supper and
enjoy the sounds of the whipper-
wills in our mountain hollar.
...Ken

What a wonderful sound! I'd love to have that alarm clock every morning. Right now the male mockingbirds are serenading us every night.

We don't have them here in northeast Kansas (or at least not very many) but in the southeast part of the state where my wife is from they are pretty common, and we'd hear them when we used to go camping there. Heard one there just last year when we were out to see an eclipse of the moon.

We do have whipperwills in our woods. Most often the sound we hear is "chip butter outa the white oak". I don't really like their sound; always made me lonesome when I was little and heard them at night.

Thanks for another interesting post, Tipper. I also have whippoorwills in my back yard at my suburban home in central Alabama. They are always pleasant to listen to.

Speaking of haunting sounds. Have you heard the rain crow? Or at least what I call a rain crow. When I googled it, what I found ain't the sound I am familiar with. I've never seen the bird, but hear its mournful call about twilight time. It is supposed to predict rain.

I love all the birds' songs - and the crickets, cicadas, and the whole symphony of summer!

I recent;y heard a recording of this somewhere else, can't remember where, but it sure brought back memories. Thanks!

A very clear recording, Tipper. When I heard it, I concluded that the call that I had concluded was whippoorwill early in my life was wrong. I am glad to get it in my head as the right call. I don't think we have them in South Florida, but I will listen for them in NC and TN.

One of my earliest memories is sitting on the front porch in southern Arkansas in the evening with my Grandpa and listening to the whippoorwill. He is the one who first told me what it was; and I still think of him when I hear one. We live back in the same area now and hear them in the trees beyond our back yard.

I remember Hank's song and "That lonesome Whiper-will." That was the thing that came to mind when I first tuned in today. It does sound "Too blue to fly" doesn't it? "That midnight train is whining low." I never really knew the proper spelling of the word. we always called them Whiper-Wills and I guess it depended on the kind of day you had but, about dusk they could produce a feeling of loneliness. Can't remember just when I first heard one of those birds but, I can remember sitting on the front porch at evening with Momma, my little sister, and my big brother and hearing them. We were wealthy and didn't know it.

Thanks Shirla and Tipper for jump starting my memory. When I get all my work done today I'm gonna listen to my Hank Williams DVD.

Thanks for sharing. Haven't heard one in ages. Would love to have them to wake up to.

I haven't heard a whippoorwill In ages, so your recording made me smile and long to hear them again. On the other hand I do hear owls talking to each other in the early morning hours.

I haven't heard a whippoorwill in probably 20 years. We used to hear them when we would sit on the porch in the evenings.

I sure do miss them!

Tipper we do have whipporwills and bob whites in Louisiana. Your post took me back to evenings spent sitting on the porch with all the family and sometimes the neighbors too. It would be so pleasant sitting listening to the stories of the older folks while trying to catch a cool breeze. I can smell the sweetness of the cape jasmine blooms that those breezes brought. The sound of the whipporwill was always kind of a lonely sound to me. Made me appreciate having my loved ones there with me. Life was so much sweeter and simpler then.

As a child, we used to sit on the porch when evening came and the chores were done. I thought the whipporwill was the most lonesome sound I had ever heard. I remember their song sounding more like 'whip-er-WILL'. I have learned to love the sound and realize it was the remote area where I was raised that made everything seem lonesome, especially the rooster crowing.
Remember Hank Williams singing about the lonesome whipporwill in "I'm So Lonesome I could Cry?"

Tipper,
and Ed ....My Blue Heaven by Fats Domino....next verse:
I'll see a smiling face, a fireplace, a cozy room,
A little nest that nestles where the roses bloom;
Just Molly and me, and baby makes three,
We're happy in my Blue Heaven.

Gosh, them was the good ole days...
I loved "Blueberry Hill" too...LOL
Isn't it funny how one Whipporwill can trigger warm memories...careful we're telling our age...
Thanks Tipper,

Tipper (and others who asked about different sounds)--I'm pretty sure that the birds most of your readers would be hearing are the eastern whippoorwill, a member of the nightjar family. They are sometimes known as goatsuckers, chuck-wills-widow, and other names. Like skeeters, they are crepuscular in habit.

Their sound is variusly described as haunting, beautiful, eerie, irritating, and lonesome (Hank Williams). Most any turkey hunter can tell you tales of nearby whippoorwills driving them nuts at daylight as they strained to hear the sound of a distant gobbler giving voice.

Folks have mentioned the way whippoorwills figure in song, but unless I skipped it no one has mentioned a wonderful poem, rhythmic in quality and sure to go straight to the heart of anyone from the southern Appalachians, entitled "The Mountain Whippoorwill." Written by Stephen Vincent Benet, it is a wonderful take on the Fuast legend and it was part of Charlie Daniel's "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." I recommend that you, and indeed everyone, read it if you haven't already. The poem begins (and I'm probably slightly off, but not much):
Up in the mountains it's lonesome all the time,
Soft wind slewin' through the sweet potato vine.
Up in the mountains it's lonesome for a child,
Whippoorwills calling when the sap runs wild.

Up in the mountains, mountains in the fog,
Everything's lazy as an old hound dog.
I was born in the mountains, lonesome born,
Raised running ragged through the cockleburrs and corn.
Never knew my Pappy, maybe never should,
Think he was a fiddle made of mountain laurel wood.
Never had a Mammy to teach me pretty please,
I think she was a whippoorwill a flittin' through the trees.
I never had a brother nor a whole pair of pants,
But when I start to fiddle, why you gotta start to dance.

The poem goes on for a long time describing a fiddling contest in which the "Mountain Whippoorwill," a lad by the name of "Fiddling Jim," beats the best from all over at the Essex County Fair.

It ends up along these lines:
"They've fiddled the rose and they've fiddled the thorn,
But they haven't fiddled the mountain corn.
They've fiddled sinfula nd they've fiddle moral,
But they haven't fiddled the brushwood laurel.
They've fiddled loud and they've fiddled still.
But they haven't fiddled the whipporwill.

Then he gets on his strings in earnest:
Hell's broke loose, hell's broke loose, hell's broke loose in Georgia.
Fire on the mountains, snakes in the grass, Satan's here a bilin', oh Lordy let him pass.
Go down Moses, set my people free.
Pop goes the weasel through the old red Sea!
Jonah sittin' on a hickory bough,
Up jumps a whale and where's your prophet now.
Rabbit in the pea patch, 'possum in the pot,
Try and stop my fiddle, now my fiddle's gettin' hot.

You get the idea. I once had the whole thing memorized and still remember much of it. Two things for sure--Benet could shape a rhyme and he knew mountains ways. I'll let you all look it up and read the whole poem to find out what happens.

Jim Casada
www.jimcasadaoutdoors.com

Thank you, Tipper. That is a beautiful sound. I haven't heard them here in my PA home, but we heard them in Maine. Being a self-professed "bird nut", I can tell you that birds have regional "dialects" like people do. For instance, the Great Horned Owls here in PA add more syllables to their call than they do in Maine.
Birds have to adapt to the distance they have to call to attract a mate and to the amount of ambient noise they have to call above.

I think Judy's referring to Chuck Wills Widow. They, too, are "goatsuckers" (more correctly called nightjars)like Whip-poor-wills. They are closely related to nighthawks. They are all very difficult to see. They have some of the best camouflage in the animal world.

Tipper,
What is happening this year....We heard the first Wipporwill since we moved here back in the 70's...We we heard it, I told my husband that I heard the Chuck Wills Widow..as that is the only one we have heard in years...
The next night I heard it again and then we both listened. We couldn't believe that it was a whipporwill and not the Chuck wills widow that we had been hearing for years since the Whipporwills left...I had heard that the Whipporwills had decreased since the invasion of the coyote in the 70's..as well as the decrease around here of the quail and grouse which we had when moving here years ago....I am such a happy camper and listen for the whipporwill every evening as well as during the early morning hours...Now then if only the Bob Whites and Grouse will come back to the edge of our woods...There is nothing sweeter to see than a little mamma quail and that row of tiny little chicks following her right in a row....You have to have the "eye" or they will dissapear right before your eyes as they scurry across the edge of the woods...
That's Tipper, with another mountain magic moment, as this just happened night before last....oooooohh!
Did the "Green Man" see you in your PJ's.....So very funny, I can't run down the driveway but....so many times my husband has said to me..."Where in the world are you going", when I step out on the porch in the middle of the night and listen to some odd sound of a cricket, frog or other varmit,...LOL Another fun thing was the baby racoons talking and chittering while raiding the bird feeder....not so funny when they grew up...had to trap them and move them on to greener pastures especially since we are going back into the chicken business..LOL

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