There isn’t one sound that heralds the warmer months in Maine, there’s a chorus. I couldn’t pick a favorite but the whippoorwill’s call is one that I will never get bored of hearing. This past spring I heard a whippoorwill closer than ever and crept to the treeline where I saw it flying between trees. After quickly checking it off in my birding list, I went right to the studio to start sculpting this “night jar”.
There isn’t one sound that heralds the warmer months in Maine, there’s a chorus. I couldn’t pick a favorite but the whippoorwill’s call is one that I will never get bored of hearing. This past spring I heard a whippoorwill closer than ever and crept to the treeline where I saw it flying between trees. After quickly checking it off in my birding list, I went right to the studio to start sculpting this “night jar”.
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