A quick turn into the gravel drive along Louis Stephens Rd led me right to this peenting male:
This amazing bird never stops, does he? Every morning before sunup, every evening after sundown, he’s doing his dance, peenting his song, until it’s time to retire to his woodsy den. He does this for up to 4 months, or 120 days, or 240 times, every year. He does this ritual even after he’s mated, and he may mate several times. He sky-dances and peents even after his females have laid eggs, and even after they’ve hatched. It’s a one-track mind, and it’s an amazing one. They say that the brain of a woodcock is turned all upside down, rearranged to allow its eyes to sit just where they are right in the middle of its head. Timberdoodle, bogsucker, hokumpoke. All apt names for this feathered wonder that makes us snicker at the way it looks and sounds. Ahhh, the playfulness of Mother Nature, or Father Time, or the Master Artist doodling a cartoon for us.
Birding at Bond Park 