Day Two Hundred and Fifty-seven
Dew Cansves
Dedh Dew Ügens ha Seytek
De Sadorn, pemdhegves mis Gwedngala.
Saturday, 15th
September.
Ma mernans o toas dhe’n pras. Me a welas corf marow
en dadn gwelen dredan ha moas dhe whithra. Soweth, bargas ew. Rag fra ew ev
marow? A wrüg ev tremena dhort oos coth? Martesen yonk ew ev, ha ev a wrüg neyja
bedn an caplys electrek voltach ûhel. A wrüg ev debry boos posnys? Eus nebonan,
martesen, o hatya edhyn predha? An edhen drûan ew kelyonek solabres.
Death comes to the meadow. I saw a dead body
underneath an electricity pole and went to investigate. Alas, it’s a buzzard.
Did it pass away from old age? Perhaps it’s young, and it flew against the high
voltage electric cables. Did it eat poisoned bait? Is there, perhaps, someone
who hates birds of prey. The poor bird is already fly covered.
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