I was out on a trail passing through a clearing a couple of weeks ago at dusk, when I found myself about 6’ from a Woodcock, wishing I had my camera in my hand rather than my backpack. He did a couple of quick steps, fanned his little tail feathers then flew away.
I went back later in the week to listen, but this site was about a half mile from a busy highway to the east and gravel road to the South, and both were busy with lots of traffic as people were going home from work at that hour. I could only hear one peenting faintly. I’ll need to try again on a Sunday evening.
If you are unfamiliar with what I’m talking about, google woodcock dance.
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