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The Mysterious Folklore of the Whippoorwill
Our home backs up to a Pineland Reserve, and while I find the sounds of nature to be soothing, my husband does not. In fact, he has a particular distaste for the call of the whippoorwill! These birds somehow manage to lurk in the trees directly outside our bedroom window, as if to taunt him, and while I can sleep right through their night calls, my husband has actually got up from bed to go outside and to try and scare them away. This annual ritual has become quite the joke in the neighborhood, and led a bunch of us to research this bird one summer night. No sooner had we read that "it is very difficult to see a whippoorwill, as they often hide in darkness," when one bird got tripped up in the light of our high-powered flashlight, and landed right in front of us on our patio! What a treat for all of us to get to see our loud and obnoxious little friend up close for even a few seconds.
Im in North Al. Every Spring the males chant for hours, all night. Like yours, right outside the bedroom window. I can chase them off, but they like that spot and are soon back.
The only solution is an electric fan to cover the racket so we can sleep.
When we use to hear it in our neighborhood long ago, it was a soothing beautiful call. Since there has been more suburban development in our neighborhood, we have only that memory left. We miss it!
My Grandmother was a full blood Cherokee Indian, My Grandfather was Cheyenne Indian, My Father was a real red skin Indian, while my mother had some Cherokee, she also was Irish, But the Brown eyes and dark hair, came thought to her, it didn't to me, sure I get a wonderful golden tan I have hazel eyes, blue to green, then there is my daughter who is a card carrying Samish dark skin with dark hair, her eye's are more brown in her left more green in her right... We live in the wonderful Blue Ridge Mt's with all these Indian lures, some by the signs of the moon and stars, some by the signs of the body, there is so much of both I have found to be true and know to be true in planting gardens, even the pulling of my own teeth as far as bleeding goes and the right times to kill of our farm animals for the best results... I have always found that the meths that my fathers Cherokee family have thought me hold more true. I live right under the top of a mountain deep in the woods we have so many different birds here and the call of the whippoorwill's is a romantic call for us. A very easy call or whistle to duplicate just as it is spelled "whip-poor-will," these birds come close to you in the tree's still hidden. I have had as many as four or five surrounding me in my yard. These birds are only here in weather above 60`-70` I can't hear them in my house unless the widows are open, but I find them beautiful and a true joy to have, very fun for children of all ages... In the spring I open the windows to hear the different birds it is very beautiful sounds. I have had funny Red Cardinals follow me from room to room upstairs and down and hawks follow me when driving from place to place, they too are easy to duplicate songs but are birds of pray and will take small farm animals so most people don't like them. But they do tell you when someone is near. When camping we just worry about listening for black bears which I am seeing more and more of here.
I've heard the whip-poor-will just once in my life, and I repeated the sound to my husband's mother and grandmother, they looked at me so funny! Thanks for sharing your story Kathleen, it really relieves me to see old traditions continuing, where in my family it seemed taboo to be proud of your heritage, having a pure German great-Grandmother yet never once was anything ever mentioned about anything, never a word on either side about Irish, Scotch, Welsh culture or traditions. So I have to gather info from the almanac to catch a glimpse of how to garden by the moon and so on, which I don't mention to anyone because they all think I'm crazy already.
we were camping on Memorial weekend in a packed campground in Northern Michigan. The whippoorwill sang loudly over the noise of the campers. i havent heard one in 30 years so it was nice to hear. i recorded it on my phone to save to memories.
My husband and I were camping at the Fox River in Michigan's upper peninsula. We woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a whippoorwill. While it was pretty neat to hear one for the first time, it was also pretty annoying in the middle of the night lol!
In West central Arkansas we have a bird that sings chuckwillswidow. It has been written about in several publications but I don't remember if they ever said it was the same specie as the whippoorwill.
When I lived in NYS on the farm we would hear the whippoorwill almost every night. I love the sound. It is sort of haunting and stays with you even when you haven't heard it in years. I miss it.
May 28, 2018. My sister and I camped out in her back yard with her grandchildren last night. App. 6:00 in the evening, I heard a bird calling out that I had never heard before. My sister ask if I could be a Whipoorwill, cause it sounded like it was saying Whipoorwill . It sang until app. 2:30 in the morning. I Have always heard of such a bird, but I have never heard one before. I was amazed. I am 64 years old, and this is a first for me. I love nature and I was so happy to have heard this. Listened most of the night, dosing off occassionally. Loved it. We were in Hiltons, Va.


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