It’s that time of year again. The shady, leafy understory is potentially loaded with timberdoodles, hokumpokes, bog suckers, worm sabers…. Two may be found hunkered down in the picture above.They do have a lot of names, testifying to their hold on the imagination. One thing’s for certain: American Woodcocks generally see you before you see them. Then they rifle off in low-to-the-ground flight, twittering as they do so. There were an astonishing seven huddled here recently. That particular day, I didn’t run across any others anywhere else in Green-Wood. It was a convocation of Labrador twisters.