from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A goatsucker, especially Caprimulgus europaeus of Europe, having gray and brown mottled plumage with long, slender white wings and a short bill.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. Any of various medium-sized nocturnal birds of the family Caprimulgidae, that feed predominantly on moths and other large flying insects.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A goatsucker, esp. the European species. See Illust. of goatsucker.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. A bird, Caprimulgus europæus, of the family Caprimulgidæ.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. mainly crepuscular or nocturnal nonpasserine birds with mottled greyish-brown plumage and large eyes; feed on insects
Our nightjar was a few metres away, but she betrayed no anxiety except to keep her pale lids fractionally open so that we could see a third of her liquid dark eyes.
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There is a glorious passage by Henry Thoreau of his encounter with a nightjar relative called a nighthawk.
Somehow all of that nightjar inheritance was there before us in her all-seeing, stone-like quiescence.
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A wing was all that was known of an Ethiopian nightjar, Caprimulgus solala, but adventurous birdwatchers managed to spot it, though they weren't able to capture it.
The national park is, of course, gorgeous, home to bats, cute ickle ponies and the odd nightjar.
April 24th, 2008 at 5: 52 pm nightjar guess not, sorry about that.
April 24th, 2008 at 7: 41 pm nightjar but if it were not for the commenters and readership, this weblog would be little more than an insane person walking down the cybersphere ranting to himself.