This is a bird note. As darkness descends on a May evening, the voices of many birds go quiet.

But for some birds, especially those known as night jars, the music is just beginning.

In the moonlit shadows of an eastern hardwood forest,

an eastern Whipperwill shouts out its name. The same evening in a southeastern woodland we hear the loud calls of a Chuck

Will's widow.

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West of the Rockies, the voice of a common forewill, echoes across a canyon.

Along the Rio Grande River at the southern tip of Texas, a common parake calls from the

thorn scrub. And in the desert night on the Arizona Mexico border, a buff-colored nightjar repeats its Spanish nickname Tukuccio. You can hear all the calls again and again at Bird Note.org.

I'm Mary McCann.