I recently had the opportunity to spend the May full moon with Eastern Whip-poor-wills in southern Missouri. And the birds put on a show. From nearly everywhere, nearly all night, they sang.

Everyone knows that Whip-poor-wills sing their name: "whip-poor-will." But listening to several, as their songs intertwined and sped up, I realized that this phrase doesn't do justice to their iconic call.

For more, including recordings of their songs, check out my new post at lonesomewhippoorwill.com.