A white collar on the throat, a white spot going entirely through the wing, and a white band across the tail.
A Summer Citizen of eastern North America, from the Gulf of Mexico to Canada, travelling far south for the winter.
A shy neighbor but a valuable Citizen, belonging to the Ground Gleaners as well as Sky Sweepers.
THE WHIP-POOR-WILL "This mysterious bird is also a dweller in lonely places, feeding at night in the woods, having no nest, and laying the eggs in a hollow in the ground or on a stump or log.

He is so nearly of the color of wood, earth, and rock, that you may pass near him a hundred times and never see him.

Then too, when he perches in the day-time, he does not sit across a branch like other birds, but lengthwise, so that House People and cats cannot see him from below or cannibal birds from above.

He is an insect-eater and so goes southward before hard frosts." "Does this bird make any noise, and why is he called the Whip-poor-will ?" asked Nat; "that is such a funny name." Rap was about to answer when the Doctor signed to him and he stopped.
"Whip-poor-wills call their own name after dark, and I think you will hear them when we pass the miller's woods in a few minutes; for some reason they seldom come about the Farm." "I believe I--am--growing--sleepy," murmured Dodo, trying to be polite and swallow a little yawn, but not wholly succeeding.
"I am very sure that _I_ am," said Olive.

"I don't think any of us will sit up much later than the birds to-night!" "I hear a Veery," said Rap, "and a Phoebe too." "Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! Church!" cried a loud voice close by, and something like a long-winged Owl almost struck Olive with its wing as it flitted past.
"Oh, my!" cried Dodo, waking suddenly, "that must be a Whip-poor-will, for he called his own name as plain as the Chickadee does; and listen! there are more of them all up the hill." Soon they passed Rap's house and left him at the gate.