Today's Bird- the Whip-Poor-Will
"Whip-o-will" & "Whip o' will" & "Whippowil" (and other variations)
~~🦉🐦🐦⬛🪶 ~This is my continuing daily series that explores the avian world one bird at a time. “If birds can glide for long periods of time, then why can’t I?” — Orville Wright🦅🕊️~~
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Foraging at night
"The Nocturnal Goatsucker"
sleeps during the day
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Emily Dickinson wrote:
"Many a phrase has the English language - / I have heard but one - / Low as the laughter of the Cricket, / Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue - / Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs, / When the Tide's a'lull - / Saying itself in new inflection - / Like a Whippowil -"
A New England legend says the whip-poor-will can sense a soul as it departs and can capture a spirit as it flees.
Elton John and Bernie Taupin's 1975 song "Philadelphia Freedom" features a flute mimicking the call of the eastern whip-poor-will.
"I like living easy without family ties, till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me right between the eyes."
"When Whip-poor-wills call and ev'ning is nigh"
In the 1934 Frank Capra film It Happened One Night, before Clark Gable's character Peter Warne reveals his name to Ellie Andrews (played by Claudette Colbert), he famously says to her, "I am the whip-poor-will that cries in the night."
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Comments (6)
They are poetic birds!
Oh wow, they can capture souls? So cool! I Googled goatsucker and came across an ancient superstition of how they suck goats milk and poison them.
Interesting facts :)
haha those pesky birdies wake me up
Oh, a bird that makes me feel at home. Nothing like sitting on the porch, drinking coffee at dusk, and listening to the whippoorwill's waking up.
One of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson. And one of my favorite birds.