Episode 3 : Animals in Irish Folklore
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- Опубликовано: 1 янв 2020
- In this episode Eddie talks about animals in Irish Folklore and their importance in storytelling.
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I don't understand why anyone would give a thumbs down . This man is a genius story teller. Fascinating stories about the old ways. Beautifully told .
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Thank you Eddie, for sharing your wonderful stories, true the years,all my family are great fan's. Many Blessings on you and your family,,Roddy.
A beautiful wesel had a feast in his mouth, a giant rat, as big as itself, we had eye contact, i stopped my car, and he or she seemed to acknowledge it safe to cross the road back to the den, i waited and watched and felt honoured and blessed to meet with wesel presence.
Sometimes as I sit out in nature wesels, or fox's will swiftly pass by me, even a sparrow hawk came and sat near me, i feel its a great honor 🎖
I don’t know a better teller of stories and folklore as yourself Eddie
school kids should have to listen to eddie as rule,,,its a wonderful world to be in and keep our stories alive.
I will never look at weasels the same way! Brilliant stories, masterfully told. Thank you Eddie, for another terrific episode. Cheers, Kitty.
Great story telling, my grandfather fished with your father on the Feale, Poll Dearg is near our old house and I know the high banks you're talking about. Often fished there well into darkness only last year I was there, an intriguing place Brosna. The banks of the Feale are peppered in stories lore and more. I always feel at home there, casting a fly on a warm summers night. Ill be Watching out for the weasel next time I fish those sacred banks..
It's a haunted place there in Carrigeen my family lived on the fairypath and we're out of it now. But I respect their boundaries and at a certain time of night I'd feel the hair standing on my head the atmosphere change and it's time to get out of the river bank and up to the car with me and drive home to Corofin in North Clare...
I love to hear you tell your tales ! So beautifully done , thank you from Surrey, BC, Canada
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These are brilliant Eddie go raibh mile Maith agat!!!
Younger cousins were around the house for New Year's Eve listening to your stories by the fireplace and it felt like we were in the room with you. Reviving the story telling tradition.
Fascinating I love yr stories and I believe them all , tell us more.
I would listen all night , love it
I really hope you do more. This is so relaxing because your voice is so soothing. Thank you for doing these!
I love listening to your stories!
Regarding breaking a stick to get a weasel to let go, we have something similar in Scania (the southernmost part of Sweden, where I'm from).
The story is that if you get bitten by a badger, they lock their jaws (and, having a friend who's been trained in osteology and has dissected a badger, she could indeed confirm this to be true. They had to cut the muscles from the jawbones before they could get the jaw open, when they trained.) until they hear your bones break. To counteract that, you should put crispbread in your wellingtons, so that if a badger bites you they will hear a crunching sound and let go.
Anyway; Thank you so much for these fantastic stories!
Those stories were a trip......
Absolutely loving these. Thank you!
A woman related a story of when she was a girl regarding stoats. It was Surrey in the early 1950s, before the county became London commuter belt and money moved in, when Surrey was still largely a rural place of old habits. It was a harsh winter and the land was deep under snow. She went to make her way home and the old farming men warned her about stoats, who'd bring a calf down when the weather was like this and they were hungry. Long story short, she became surrounded by a sea of them, forcing her to climb a tree. Eventually, at a cry from one of the lead animals, they hurried away as quickly as they came.
Another story, from a retired military gentleman if I recall correctly, in one of the magazines of the time. He'd gone to investigate a ruined building, when he noticed a stoat's head staring at him. A whistle went up and before he knew it he was being attacked by the them on all sides, as they poured from the ruined stonework. He lashed out with his walking stick, but had no sooner killed one than more were upon him. In spite of his military service he was forced to beat a tactical retreat and ran for his life. I also heard a story about a man watching a stoat hypnotise a rabbit. It would stare at the rabbit and weave its body, paralysing the creature with fear, then run out and take another bite at the rabbit before running back and repeating the process. The man eventually became sickened with this tortuous ordeal and killed the stoat with his stick.
I have seen a pack of stoats one summer evening, 16 years ago. Two were crossing the road so I slowed the car, and a few more ran across. It was a nice evening and although it was a main country road, there was a big football match on TV and little traffic about. I must have sat there a good ten minutes watching them in two and threes, then a great pack crossing all in the same direction. Why they were crossing, where they'd come from or were going to, I have no idea. Remarkable creatures in many ways, but I wouldn't want to mess with them.
Interesting how you refer to stoats as weasels, while in England we separate the large and small species.
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The Weasel Funeral was a awesome account.Perhaps they have more respect for their dead,than some human people have for theirs! I could see it all in my mind! I wish you could have seen this engineers' face when I gave him the story,(at the time I had forgot where I'd heard it as it was falling asleep,and into dreamland I went.) He will get to listen to you telling as it should be told now! Thank you!
Keep up the good work, great stories to listen to!!!
I’m thinking I’ll hear about gryphons, or dragons, or at least horses, but no... weasels spitting on people’s heads. 🤣 Too funny.
Eddie Lennon for president of Ireland
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Stoats are not weasels Eddie. One is weasely recognised and the other is stoatally different😊
A Tom cat would take him on