The other night I was out with Fergus and Jenkins for their bedtime business. As they sniffed around for the perfect spot, I stood gazing up at the nighttime sky and thought I heard a woodcock flying overhead, its wings whistling, but then reason prevailed. I suppose it could have been a duck, but I’m sure it wasn’t a woodcock.
Despite the recent warm temps, we still had too much snow on the ground for even the earliest migratory male woodcock. It was simply wishful thinking.