Whippoorwill?
Slept till four o’clock this morning and woke to the sound of a Whip-poor-will.
Obviously, it was the tag end of whatever dream was in my head. Round the Massalina Drive house where we grew up in the 1940s, the woods were full of Whippoorwills, and they were only heard at dusk, never at other times of day, certainly not at dawn. So it was a dream.
We had a deliciously cool night, and slept with the bedside door to the upstairs screen porch open. Soft gulf breeze coming in off the bay, and sounds of the night.
So maybe it was a Whipporwill.
Naanh.
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