I was hoping that the first bird we'd hear when we got back in the early a.m. from T&T would be the whip-poor-will but there were none singing. It was probably too cold that night and, checking my records, I see that last year's whip was first hear on 4/15. It took a few more days, which have been unseasonably cool, but last night, with the temperature a little warmer, just after sunset I heard my first two whip-poor-wills, one calling in the WMA woods, the other across the street in the trees.
I want them to keep calling through the night until the World Series of Birding so we can check that box effortlessly.
And now, I'm all caught up.