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A song of joy ecstatic, 
And a vesper hymn of praise, 
For the glory of the summer 
And the promise of the days. 
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And when his song is ended, 
And all the world grows still, 
As if but just awakened, 
Calls again the Whip-poor-will. 
— GARRETT NEWKIRK, in Bird-Lore. 
“The Nighthawk, when perching, bears a general resem- 
blance to the Whip-poor-will. The white band on its 
throat is wider, the tail is not round, and it has Night- 
a white band near the end. There is a white hawk. 
bar across the quills of the wings that in flight looks like 
a round white spot or a hole. 
‘“These four white patches, throat, wings, and tail tell 
you his name plainly, so when he is on the wing the Night- 
hawk should never be mistaken for a Whip-poor-will. 
Then, too, their habits are unlike. The Nighthawk does 
not belong to the night, neither is he a Hawk, which is 
a Bird of Prey with talons and a hooked beak. Early 
morning and late afternoon are his favourite times for 
hunting the sky for insects, for he also is one of our most 
valuable sky sweepers. 
“Having no song, the ery of Skirk-skirk! given when 
on the wing, has a wild and eerie sound which is often 
followed by a booming noise of the quality that can be 
imitated by placing tissue paper over a long, coarse comb 
and then blowing rapidly across it from one end to the 
other. This noise is made by the rush of the wind through 
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