““They call it a “Whippoorwill” because the call it makes sounds exactly like it’s saying “WHIPPOOR-WILLL,” but in a whistle. Oh it doesn’t stop there, because they don’t just whistle it once. They whistle it over, and over, and over again in rapid succession for minutes on end. “Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill” over and over again, all night long with only a couple minutes in between every bout of its maniacal whistle. I won’t say it’s impossible, but it’s definitely incredibly difficult to drift off to sleep with one of these whistling devils perched nearby. On more than one night I’ve found myself wildly hurling sticks and stones into the darkness screaming “SHUUUUT UUUUUP!” like some kind of mad man. Oh yes, the soothing sounds of nature. Recounting””
