Day Twenty-three
An Tryja
Dedh Warn Ügens
De Merher ew, an pajwora warn ügensves a vis Genver.
Thera rüdhek e’n losowjy. Devedhys veu va der lappa cathes terrys. Me a gachyas
an edhen bian gen diwla ha’n gorra mes der an daras. Ev a darneyjas kerr. Lebmen
mava o càna e’n ke.
It’s Wednesday, the 24th January. There
was a robin in the conservatory. It had come through a broken cat flap. I
caught the little bird with two hands and put it out through the door. It
flapped away. Now it is singing in the hedge.
Degensete me a welas edhen bian aral reb pollen. Tho
hei gwradn. Na wrüg hei besca (byscath) doas dhe’n bord edhnow. Martesen nag ew
da genjy has.
The day before yesterday I saw another little bird
by a puddle. It was a wren. She has never come to the bird table. Perhaps she
does not like seeds.
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