January 29 30 31: The days of the blackbird - I giorni della merla
Posted by KATYA at 13:46, 28 Jan 2010Salve!
Today I have copied for you the Italian legend about the last 3 days of January
Oggi ho copiato per voi la leggenda degli ultimi 3 giorni di Gennaio
- The legend of the days of the blackbird
The legend of the three days of the hen blackbird is lost in antiquity.
We only know that they were the last three days of January, the 29th, 30th and 31st, and on those days the winter was very harsh in Milan.
The snow was a white blanket all over the city.
The main characters of this story are a blackbird, a hen blackbird and their three nestlings.
They came to city at the end of the summer and settled their shelter on a tall tree in a courtyard close to Porta Nuova.
Later on, in wintertime, they found a new place under some eaves to shelter from the snow that in that year was particularly heavy.
The frost made feeding difficult; the blackbird used to fly from morning till dusk looking in vain for seeds for his family and searched courtyards, gardens and balconies in the neighbourhoods.
Nothing.
The snow was covering every little crumb.
One day the blackbird decided to fly beyond the borders of that snowfall to find a new and milder shelter for his family.
Meanwhile the snow kept coming down.
The hen blackbird, to protect her chicks from the cold moved the nest to a nearby roof, where a chimney was giving off some warm.
The cold lasted three days.
And three days the blackbird stayed away.
When he came back he almost didn’t recognize his wife and the chicks: they all turned to black for the smoke coming out from the chimney.
On the first day of February a weak sun came out and all the family stepped out from their nest.
Also the blackbird was black from the soot. Since then all the blackbirds were born black: the whitebirds was a real exception.
The last three days of January, usually the coldest ones, were called “the three days of the hen blackbird” to remember the adventure of this family of birds.
- La leggenda dei giorni della merla
La leggenda dei tre giorni della merla si perde nella notte dei tempi.
Sappiamo solo che erano gli ultimi tre giorni di gennaio, il 29, 30 e 31, e in quei giorni a Milano l'inverno era molto rigido.
La neve aveva steso un candido tappeto su tutte le strade e i tetti della città.
I protagonisti di questa storia sono un merlo, una merla e i loro tre figlioletti.
Erano arrivati in città alla fine dell’estate e avevano sistemato il loro rifugio su di un alto albero in un cortile vicino Porta Nuova.
Poi, per l’inverno, avevano trovato casa sotto una gronda al riparo dalla neve che in quell’anno era particolarmente abbondante.
Il gelo rendeva difficile trovare le provvigioni per sfamarsi; il merlo volava da mattina a sera in cerca di becchime per la sua famiglia e perlustrava invano tutti i giardini, i cortili e i balconi dei dintorni.
Niente.
La neve copriva ogni briciola.
Un giorno il merlo decise di volare ai confini di quella nevicata, per trovare un rifugio più mite per la sua famiglia. Intanto continuava a nevicare.
La merla, per proteggere i piccoli intirizziti dal freddo, spostò il nido su un tetto vicino, dove fumava un comignolo da cui proveniva un po’ di tepore.
Tre giorni durò il freddo.
E tre giorni stette via il merlo.
Quando tornò indietro, quasi non riconosceva più la consorte e i figlioletti: erano diventati tutti neri per il fumo che emanava il camino.
Nel primo giorno di febbraio comparve finalmente un pallido sole e uscirono tutti dal nido invernale; anche il capofamiglia si era scurito a contatto con la fuliggine.
Da allora i merli nacquero tutti neri; i merli bianchi diventarono un’eccezione di favola.
Gli ultimi tre giorni di gennaio, di solito i più freddi, furono detti i "trii dì de la merla" per ricordare l’avventura di questa famigliola di merli.
CiaooooooooooO
Katya
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Comments
10 August 2004
8 hours 19 min
Where I went to school in England there was a lone white blackbird that lived in the school grounds - very unusual. We always felt it was a good omen when we spotted it.
Hugs, Kathrinn
12 April 2007
4 min 17 sec
We call those 'mirlos' in Spanish. I fear the beautiful legend loses its meaning with the translation —the Brits should have come up with a better name than 'blackbirds'; I'm sure they came up with that in 3 seconds! ;)
It's not the depth of the rabbit hole that bugs me...
It's all the rabbit SH*T you stumble over on your way down!!!
Red Pill Junkie
10 August 2004
8 hours 19 min
In prior times, the English called these birds "Merle" - I guess Blackbird (which is a pretty obvious name considering only their beak and legs are yellow), was easier to say!
Regards, Kathrinn