I actually have which is why I used that word “about”.
I was once on a long-distance bus ride—Phoenix to L.A. and there was this kid practicing guitar—the same song for a couple of hours—but he always would make a mistake and then start over. You knew the mistake was coming, it was only a matter of when. When he got to the mistake, he’d start over.
My first whippoorwill was kind of like that. A seeming endless Whip-poor-Will, until the damn bird would end its call at “poor”. A few seconds of blessed silence, and then the song would recommence.
(I did notice the “about” BTW, but people who haven’t experienced the bird don’t know what they’re missing!)