This morning before daylight I was drinking my coffee and having a bowl of oatmeal
This morning before daylight, I was drinking my coffee and having a bowl of oatmeal. I could hear the cry of the Whip-Poor-Will.
It had been many years since I’ve heard one. It reminded me of when long ago, we’d all sit on my Grandmas front porch at night and listen to the sounds of the night. We’d talk of days gone by, and what perhaps was yet to be.
I miss the slower pace of those days.
(11) Comments
Yeah you don't hear them much, pretty much only thing I hear in the night is an owl hooting
Billy R. Philley
8th January 2021
I used to have an owl in Southaven that liked the tree by my window. I don’t hear quail any more either.
John Shute
8th January 2021
As much as I've been in the fields or woods, I don't even jump a covey anymore
Billy R. Philley
8th January 2021
John Shute it’s sad. My grandparents and mom and her sister survived one winter on the quail my grandpa killed and sold and they ate. Like you said, never even jump a covey now. Last ones I saw was nearly 30 years ago.
John Shute
8th January 2021
That's was all my grandad and dad did was quail and squirrel hunted,
Perri McDonald Byrd
9th January 2021
Me too!
Ginger Philley
9th January 2021
I hear them lot here. It is my favorite sound. ?
Dwight Henderson
9th January 2021
Love to hear the Whip poor will, and watch the lightning bugs come out!! Reminds me of years gone by!!
Hugh Douglas
9th January 2021
We use to hear them here, but have not lately.
Patricia W Stanton
9th January 2021
I am retired and fortunately, I live in a place where whip-poor-will is quite common. I love hearing them.
Steve Flowers
9th January 2021
I used to go to sleep listening too them !!!!!
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John Shute
8th January 2021