When I was young, probably a young teenager, a whippoorwill decided to take up residence on my parent’s garage. Despite being a ground bird, I swear this one posted up on the roof, meaning his (nocturnal) calls were muffled for my parents on the first floor, and seemed to be funneled directly at me. I threw open the window, hollering at the thing to try and get it to leave. Though it was dark, I thought I could make out this lump on the roof, steadfastly remaining to continue his call throughout the night.