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| Mosquito-tormented Chemin Demers |
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| Still too bright for Eastern Whip-poor-wills... |
Just kidding, do it. After a dreamless post-Vermillion afternoon death-slumber, I met up again with George et al at 6:30 (p.m. this time for a change) for an evening expedition down towards the American border. We were looking for, or rather listening for, Eastern Whip-poor-wills at dusk on Chemin Demers. We found them! At least eight were heard "Whip-poor-willing" as the last dregs of peachy dusk bled out below the horizon of farm fields.
One sounded like it was singing from under the corrugated overhang of a barn, judging from its metallic echo. It then flew across the road right in front of us at waist level, affording brief looks at a stubby, fast-flapping, bat-like bird. It sang for several minutes from a tree ten feet away, frustratingly unseen in the bucolic gloom (My recording of Eastern Whip-poor-will singing: https://soundcloud.com/mat-poll/whip). The mosquitoes were out in full force down there too...I was thankful for the head netting I picked up at a Korean market many moons ago.
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