The question is well answered.
Wild, I was just reading about Saint Julian this morning in a different context. I now see he must be one and the same. The following tale comes from
Olav Audunssøn by Sigrid Undset (Nobel Prize for Literature, 1928), set around the year 1290 AD and seen through Norwegian eyes of the time. My takeaway was that Julian's life must have been relatable enough to spread all across Europe, with different aspects emphasized at different times/places. I never would have known about the bird and now wish to learn more. Thank you
@Bert45
“No, no. You and Ingunn have been my best friends. But I am neither pious nor good. And I often tire of everything. I wished that I could change the way that I am and become a harsh man when I failed to be kind. I wanted to let God judge people instead of doing so myself. There was once a holy man in France, a hermit. On behalf of God, he had taken on the loving deed of offering shelter to folks who traveled through the forest where he lived. One evening a beggar appeared and asked to take lodging with the hermit. Julian was his name, I think. The stranger was covered with leprous sores; he was ravaged by the disease and had a vile and vulgar way of speaking. He did nothing but complain about the kindness the hermit showed toward him. Then Julian helped the beggar undress. He washed and tended to the man’s sores and kissed each one of them before putting the man to bed. But the beggar claimed that he was freezing and ordered Julian to warm him by lying down at his side. Julian did as the man said. Then everything that was unclean and hideous and coarse-sounding slid right off the stranger as if fastened to an invisible cloak. And Julian saw that it was Christ himself he held in his arms.”