The stage was set – the performance about to begin. The curtain was lifted as lights dimmed and the leading man entered – stage right.
The audience stood in line on a red granite road. It was almost sunset when our hero began to sing. We heard him off stage long before he came into view. His melody began with a raspy nasal “peent” – not unlike a summer nighthawk chasing insects in the sky. Our hero that evening was an American woodcock.