I heard it first, since I knew what to expect. I pointed eagerly toward a featureless place in the bushes. Peent. The brand-new birder with me strained to pick that one sound out of the thicket. Peent. We waited; breaths held. Peent.

Nature has invented some pretty interesting courtship behavior over the eons, and American woodcocks are a lovely example. Somewhere in the bushes, a female woodcock pretends not to watch the male's strenuous antics. If he passes muster, she will let him approach her, bobbing with his wings raised, to seal the deal. That's it, though. She goes off to build a nest and he keeps displaying.

I'm not sure what traits woodcocks are looking for in a partner, but I want to hang out with someone who goes looking for woodcocks!