John Watts

As a kid growing up in a small southern Ohio town, on warm summer nights I remember hearing the nasally “peent-peent” flight call of summering common nighthawks as they hunted insects over the street lights. The birds, flashing their distinctive white striped primaries against the dark summer sky, buoyantly flew back and forth eating night-flying

One is Matter-o-Fact, the Other is Happy-Go-Jolly: They are Ohio’s Nuthatches.