ROOSTING SAM SMITH WHIP POOR-WHIL PRETENDING TO BE JUST "A BUMP ON A LOG"

Thanks to Peter Wade for the photograph 

Often heard but seldom observed, the Whip-poor-will chants its name on summer nights in eastern woods. The song may seem to go on endlessly; a patient observer once counted 1,088 whip-poor-wills given rapidly without a break. By day, the bird sleeps on the forest floor, or on a horizontal log or branch.

Here is the Whip-poor-will's call - it really does say its name!