My sis just posted

to me on her Facebook that the whippoorwills were singing away there in Richardsville, Virginia. How I love to hear their nightly serenade. So many memories it brings back! I especially remember sitting on the porch at my grandparents and listening to that sad and sweet call that started as darkness began to fall and could go on long into the night. The nightly noises I hear at the moment are the semis rumbling up and down the interstate, running between St. Louis and Chicago. You can hear a recording of the much more pleasant song of the whippoorwill here. And yes, they do that for HOURS and HOURS!