When people visit us and talk about “how quiet it is”, the truth is a little different. Living in the country is quiet in the sense of a lack of man-made noise. But we wake up most mornings in the summer to a chorus of birdsongs, which is usually not a bad thing. But lately we’ve been “serenaded” by a whippoorwill, which is a bird that is lovely to hear in the evening. At 4:15 AM? It’s not lovely. It’s maddening. And from the sound of it, it’s right outside our window. The call is loud, insistent, repetitive and far from soothing.
