When the Whippoorwill Calls

The Mysterious Folklore of the Whippoorwill

By Joel M. Vance
December 13, 2017
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Does the whippoorwill suck goat’s milk? Does it foretell death, marriage, or woe? Can your aching back be cured by its call? Few birds have spun such a crazed web of mythology and myth-information. At the heart of this confusion and misdirection is a medium-size bird, aka goatsucker.

Merit or blame for this bird’s name belongs to Aristotle. The wise philosopher took a frivolous side trip into illogic to report a ridiculous story about the whippoorwill: “Flying to the udders of she-goats, it sucks them and so it gets its name,” he reported.

Probably whippoorwills (or even more likely their crepuscular cousins, the nighthawks) were snagging insects as the insects congregated around the thin-haired bellies of goats. But Aristotle’s authoritative nonsense stuck with the Caprimulgidae family (the Latin word comes from capri for goat and mulgere to milk), and the common name for the bird family is the inelegant “goatsucker.”

Whippoorwill. Photo by Dominic Sherony/Flickr Media Commons.
Photo by Dominic Sherony/Flickr Media Commons.

Whippoorwill Folklore

Old wives worked overtime to whipstitch the tattered fabric of whippoorwill folklore. Here are some examples…

  • When a single woman heard her first whippoorwill in springtime, she must have felt her heart lurch in panic, for if the bird did not call again, she would remain single for a year. If the birdsong continued, she was fated to remain single unless she had been quick-thinking and made a wish upon hearing the first call. If she kept that wish secret, she ultimately would be married.
  • Whippoorwills singing near a house were an omen of death, or at least of bad luck.
  • A man could rid himself of an aching back if he turned somersaults in time to whippoorwill calls.
  • If an Omaha tribe Native American heard a whippoorwill’s called invitation, he or she was advised to decline it. If the bird then stopped calling, a person who had answered would die. But if the calls continued, the person would have a long life.
  • The Colorado Utes believed that the whippoorwill was one of the gods of the night and could transform a frog into the Moon.
  • The Iroquois believed that moccasin flowers were the shoes of whippoorwills.

Whippoorwills range east of the Mississippi and from southern Canada south to northern Louisiana. The night is theirs, although in both daylight and dark the birds depend on their superb camouflage to see them through. 

Whippoorwills do their courting after sunset. The male’s spring ritual is an elaborate one, involving strutting, throat-puffing, and a variety of noises designed to convince the silent female that he is The Male among a woods swarming with calling males. It’s almost impossible for a spring woods traveler to escape the questionable music of one of the family to which the whippoorwill belongs. If you venture into a forest in the weeks ahead, keep an ear cocked for the whippoorwill’s call and be prepared to make a wish, do a somersault, or see the Moon in a frog pond.

It could mean many things, according to the wealth of myth surrounding this night flyer.
The note of the whippoorwill borne over the fields is the voice with which the woods and moonlight woo me.

–Henry David Thoreau, American Writer (1817–62)

Have you ever heard the call of a whippoorwill? Tell us about it in the comments below!


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Growing up in East Tennessee, we would hear the whippoorwills call, the Bob White quails, and see lots of meadowlarks. I haven't seen or heard any of them in a lot of years. Loved trying to call up the quails when I was young.


My husband & I moved to SE Kansas about 8 years ago. We loved the sound of Whip-poor-will. It came to be the sound of summer for use. A few years ago however we realized we were not hearing Whip-poor-wills at all. We were hearing the sound of Chuck-will’s-widow.


I live in southern Louisiana and we hear the whippoorwill calls late in the evening and early mornings! It is such a tranquill sound, they come pretty close and then drift off! I love to hear them!


I remember them calling on summer nights in Southeastern Ohio when I was young, but had not heard them until this summer. I now live in the Thumb of Michigan and my wife and I heard one recently on our evening walk. Beautiful sound to my ears, it was so nice to hear after 40 plus years.


We had whippoorwills in the woods on my grandparents farm in southeastern Virginia. I loved hearing them in the twilight, as their calls are so liquid and soothing.


Growing up years ago, I used to hear them and Bob Whites. I haven't heard either in a long time. I didn't know they dates that far back in time. My grandparents lived in South Jersey and that's where I heard them. Never up north. We also had the fireflies. I had caught a few but then set them free after they did their thing for me. The crickets, frogs, also.


I use to hear them in N.LA and they gave me chills up my back. I never heard these stories but they just sounded so melancholy.


Does anyone remember the late country music singer Hank Williams, Sr. sang a song about this bird? "Do you ever hear a Whippoorwill...?"

Whippoorwill and Hank Williams

The song you're thinking of is "I'm so Lonesome I could Cry" Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
That means he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
Great song.


I used to live in South Jersey and would hear the whippoorwill call every evening in the summer.

bird song

Theme song for Robert Mitchem movie "Thunder Road"

Treasured memories of whippoorwills.

My first memories of the whippoorwill's call were near my grandmother's home in the rural Shelbyville, IL area. We could hear them from the opened screen door of her kitchen in the evenings. If we heard our first whippoorwill while out on an evening walk, Grandma told me to lie down in the grass and roll over so that I wouldn't get arthritis. This was her tradition throughout her life and, to my knowledge, she never had arthritis. I live in Charleston, SC now. Just the other night, I heard the faintest call of a whippoorwill from the wooded area surrounding the ponds near my home. It brought back treasured memories of Grandma, as did this article.

Missing my Whippoorwills.

During my growing years with my grandparents living in LeFlore County/SE. Oklahoma, one could tell the changing of the season by the birds, bus and insects. I looked forward seeing the first Dragon and Fireflies, Robin, Hummingbird, June Bug and Bees; of hearing the lonesome call in the evening of the Whippoorwill, hoping to hear another respond. I learned to imitate their whistle and with no hint of what I may have said, would exchange calls with the lone Whippoorwill until another arrived. Unfortunately, in the mid 1990s seasonal lines began disappear along with many insects and birds; trees too. Temperatures rising and the humidity! unreasonable when Real Feel temp is 120F. degrees. Basically no winter; by each January we are in drought condition under burn bans. Now retired, still living in the home I had shared with my grandparents, sitting outside the same backdoor under a darkening sky, I wait, watching and listening. The Katydids and Fireflies have all but gone. It has been many years since last I saw Dragonflies floating over the yard and heard the sound of a Whippoorwill calling out in the quiet of night. Sadly, the peaceful serenity and feeling of contentment brought by the music of the night and shared with my grandparents, seems to no longer exist to share with my grandchildren. There is no better way to end a day and ready for a good night's sleep, save a soft rain on a tin roof, than the mixing sounds of an easy evening breeze softly moving the leaves of the trees, crickets chirping, the whistle from a distant train and the calls of Whippoorwills.

Re: Missing My Whippoorwills

C. J., I think you said it beautifully in the last line of your post. "There is no better way to end a day and ready for a good night's sleep, safe a soft rain on a tin roof, than the mixing sounds of an easy evening breeze softly moving the leaves of the trees, crickets chirping, the whistle from a distant train and the calls of the whippoorwills." The only thing I might add is the dancing of fireflies. I was raised in Northeast Texas where whippoorwills were always part of our evenings. When I was little, my grandad loved to ask me what whippoorwills eat, knowing I would say "corn bread." Where that came from, I have no idea! Anyway, I've lived in Southeast Texas for many years now, and we aren't blessed with whippoorwills in this area. But my cousin, who still lives in the northeast part of the state, will sometimes call at night in the summertime while he's sitting out on his front porch, and he holds the phone out so that I can hear the sounds of my childhood home again. It's really special. I'm thankful for this forum today. God's blessings on everyone.


I live in Northeast Texas. The whippoorwill call is my favorite. I sit on my back porch early every morning drinking my coffee and listening to them. Sometimes I sing along with them.


I live in central Illinois and have the pleasure of camping on my brother’s rather secluded timber & quarry. My experience is never complete without the whipperwill’s melodious song of the night. No siren’s call fills me with such supreme contentment and peace as I sleep deeply each time.


I live in the country of south east Oklahoma during the spring time the whipper wills call around my house . I love their song . I'm 66 years old and have hunted fished and camped all my life. I have listened to them all my life and if I open my windows at night I can go to sleep by them along with the calls of coyotes owls and bull frogs .


You are one blessed person to be able to hear the whipperwill, coyotes, owls and bull frogs. God's creation all around you. Praise the Lord!!


We are in western Maine, and have had the whippoorwills singing for the last two spring seasons. This month we even saw the female with two chicks, right outside our back door. They land on the concrete apron of our garage. Both times we have seen and heard them, it's been the around the Full Moon. The males sing for a few nights before and after, but now they're silent again. I'm waiting to see if they'll sing again around the June Strawberry full moon. They are fascinating, but as someone said, pretty homely.

Whippoorwills, Night Birds

I use to hear whippoorwills, but haven't for years now. What would cause them to leave the area??




That's interesting, Joyce Hill. My grandfather always said they were saying "chip-butter-white oak". We lived in Arkansas.

the night bird

Maybe uncommon statewide or nationally, but whippoorwills are quite common in our neighborhood here in Loudon, New Hampshire. They return in late April/early May, and are usually gone by the end of September. They stop their calling as abruptly as they start - from around dusk to early dawn - usually my sleeping hours. While a little annoying at first, we have not only gotten used to each other, but quite fond of each other. As the woods around our home mature and habitats change, they will probably move on to more suitable locations. And we will miss them.

Whippoorwill Folklore

There seems to be a lot of folklore surrounding whippoorwills because they are seldom seen and sort of mysterious. My Mother used to say that there would be no more frost after the whippoorwills started calling.

My first time

I live in a very small northern town of Pembine, WI. (Approx. 16 miles south of the U.P. of Michigan.) For about the past month I kept hearing this singing noise around my house at night. Always saying to myself out loud...."What the heck is that?!? Finally I thought about it and looked it up on the internet. I've never heard this bird before in my life! I've heard the name in certain songs but that's it. Now while reading more about him I'm not sure if I like the sound or not with all the scary wealth of myth surrounding this night flyer.?!?!? I'll try to stay positive and decide weather of not to do my somersault next time I hear him! Lol

my first

I've been in this hollow in NC PA for over 25 years and heard them for the first time a few years ago. The first one perched on our rooftop up against the chimney to broadcast his song. I anxiously await their return every year listening to them on the porch every evening.

The call of the whippoorwill

I long to hear the call of the whippoorwill. It would take me back to my childhood. We lived in a woodsy hollow where their song graced the Spring evenings. The most beautiful and peaceful sound I have ever heard. Sometimes at dusk one would come sit in our gravel driveway and answer the call of another in a distance. We would hardly ever see them but once in awhile we would scare one up while us kids were walking through the woods.


I'm usually not one for "old wives tales" however, a dear friend of mine passed away on the 14th. The evening of the 15th ,a whip poor will started singing out side his living room window. It has been there every evening since.

The Whippoorwill

I live in Southern Indiana back in the country all around State Property,our whippoorwill been around for about a month now maybe a little longer.He is so loud my daughter was find with it for a few weeks now she said that we need to relocate Billy that's what she named him said she cant sleep.I know if and when he decides to leave she will miss him, me and my wife love to here him at night brings back when we were kids and would here them.


I sit on my porch every evening and listen to it Sing, it,s singing now as I type this comment, it just gives me pice full thoughts, I love to listen to the whippowills, they are ugly birds, but have a great call!



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