First Whipoorwill

I had been worried that they would not sing this spring.  We’d had a sharp cold snap that browned the ends of the oak branches, and threatened my wife’s 150 year old bleeding heart, that her great grandmother had planted, but tonight they sang.  I was pleased with that.  The bird that announced annually that "Chip fell out of the White Oak." was alive and well and living outside my chamber door.
 
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Musician, Retired Teacher, interested in: Mathematics, Astronomy, Writing, People, Religion, Science, Politics, and other stuff. Much experience in Theater.
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