We heard another Woodcock rise from the run just 
before our songster took his first upward flight. It was 
probably the female. And later while the male was bleating 
in the open field within a few yards of us a Woodcock 
passed swiftly within a few feet of my friend's head. 
The course described by the bird while in the air 
would cover several acres. He seems fairly to exult in 
his free upward wanderings and his descent is one joyous 
tumult of ecstatic melody. He looks like a small black 
ball in the dusky sky. 
