Woodcocks peent, peent, peent sounding like road runners
Human ears wait for the whirring feathers, then eyes squint and gaze into the sky as the shorebird circles higher and higher
Chirpity chirpy chirpy
The woodcock returns to the spot where he started
This evening, however, woodcocks are not sure about boundaries
After a few peents,
Two woodcocks fly into the sky in tandem
Wings noisy, gutteral syrinx noises
It is a fight to the top of the sky
They return, still in fight mode.
Then, all is quiet.
It is too dark to see.
—Sheryl DeVore, Author