When the female is on her nest the male woodcock flies straight up into the sky, folds his wings and falls down through the air, coming down within a foot or two of the nest from which he ascended, pouring out a beautiful song, which he never sings at any other time.
Hoar describes the unique and beautiful mating display of the male woodcock, showcasing its remarkable behavior.
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