/ kalebeul / 2004 / 08 / 13 / echorelocation /
At twilight it’s easy to confuse bats with other things. The similarities of flight between bats and swallows and the mysterious absence of both during the winter is surely the basis for the Catalan (and Languedocian) legend of the contest between God and the Devil as to who could make the best bird, God ending up with a swallow and the Devil with a bat (although Emily Dickinson thought Him Upstairs created both).
Elsewhere some Slav languages seem to relate it (RTF) to the nightjar and, since this is a blog, I will not feel shy in confessing that my favourite is the Lowlands vleermuis–fluttermouse–family (=>). Until today I thought vaguely that I must have been dreaming of having heard this in Hampshire, but here is WH Hudson’s 1923 Nature in Downland:
The OED indeed notes
as well as
1630 B. Jonson New Inn iii. i, Come, I will see the flicker mouse. 1708 Motteux Rabelais (1737) V. 234 The Flickermise flying through the Translucidity of the corner’d Gate.
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