The days of the blackbird
The tale of the days of the blackbird:
This winter, the cold is certainly not lacking, nevertheless, popular memory second day of 29, 30, January 31 are considered the most frigid of the year, known as the famous " days of the blackbird."
fact, "the days of the blackbird ", are connected to the village tales passed down through the centuries many stories farmers. Some are happy and come to a happy ending like the one that will tell you, some are a bit 'sad but all have one thing in common in different versions: the original white color of the battlements and adaptation of all of them in the same period. One of the many versions
says: long, long time ago in Milan there was a very hard winter.
The snow fell from the sky and covered the whole city, the streets, the gardens.
Under the eaves of a building in Porta Nuova was the nest of a family of blackbirds, which at that time had feathers white as snow. There was a blackbird mom, dad and three little birds blackbird, born after the summer.
The little family was suffering from cold and struggled to find some crumbs of bread to eat, because the few crumbs that fell to the ground from the tables of men were now covered with snow coming down from heaven.
Dopo qualche giorno il papà merlo prese una decisione e disse alla moglie: "Qui non si trova nulla da mangiare, se continua così moriremo tutti di fame e di freddo. Ho un'idea, ti aiuterò a spostare il nido sul tetto del palazzo, a fianco a quel camino, così mentre aspettate il mio ritorno non avrete freddo. Io parto e vado a cercare il cibo dove la neve non è ancora arrivata".
E così fu fatto: il nido fu messo vicino al camino e il papà partì. La mamma e i piccoli uccellini stavano tutto il giorno nel nido, scaldandosi tra loro e anche grazie al fumo che usciva tutto il giorno dal camino.
Dopo tre giorni il papà came home and almost never able to acknowledge his family! The black smoke coming out the chimney was painted black all the feathers of the birds!
Luckily, that day the winter became less rigid and blackbirds were able to find enough food to reach the spring.
Since then, however, all blackbirds are born with black feathers and to remind the family of blackbirds blacks become white, the last three days of January are called "Three Days of the blackbird."
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The snow fell from the sky and covered the whole city, the streets, the gardens.
Under the eaves of a building in Porta Nuova was the nest of a family of blackbirds, which at that time had feathers white as snow. There was a blackbird mom, dad and three little birds blackbird, born after the summer.
The little family was suffering from cold and struggled to find some crumbs of bread to eat, because the few crumbs that fell to the ground from the tables of men were now covered with snow coming down from heaven.
Paesaggio innevato
Dopo qualche giorno il papà merlo prese una decisione e disse alla moglie: "Qui non si trova nulla da mangiare, se continua così moriremo tutti di fame e di freddo. Ho un'idea, ti aiuterò a spostare il nido sul tetto del palazzo, a fianco a quel camino, così mentre aspettate il mio ritorno non avrete freddo. Io parto e vado a cercare il cibo dove la neve non è ancora arrivata".
E così fu fatto: il nido fu messo vicino al camino e il papà partì. La mamma e i piccoli uccellini stavano tutto il giorno nel nido, scaldandosi tra loro e anche grazie al fumo che usciva tutto il giorno dal camino.
Dopo tre giorni il papà came home and almost never able to acknowledge his family! The black smoke coming out the chimney was painted black all the feathers of the birds!
Luckily, that day the winter became less rigid and blackbirds were able to find enough food to reach the spring.
Since then, however, all blackbirds are born with black feathers and to remind the family of blackbirds blacks become white, the last three days of January are called "Three Days of the blackbird."
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