text_original: And when, in the summer, they bring their babies along with them, I don't think there is a prettier sight in creation than the little bluey grey balls of fluff, that peck daintily at the bits of suet, and then hiss vigorously and scold at the big wasps that come and steal it from under their very beaks!
text_transcription: AND WHEN IN THE SUMMER THEY BRING THEIR BABIES ALONG WITH THEM I DON'T THINK THERE IS A PRETTIER SIGHT IN CREATION THAN THE LITTLE BLUY GRAY BALLS OF FLUFF THAT PECK DAINTILY AT THE BITS OF SUET AND THEN HISS VIGOROUSLY AND SCOLD AT THE BIG WASPS THAT COME AND STEAL IT FROM UNDER THEIR VERY BEAKS
phonemes: ænd wˈɛn, ɪnðə sˈʌmɚ, ðeɪ bɹˈɪŋ ðɛɹ bˈeɪbiz ɐlˈɔŋ wɪð ðˌɛm, aɪ dˈoʊnt θˈɪŋk ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ pɹˈɪɾiɚ sˈaɪt ɪn kɹiːˈeɪʃən ðɐn ðə lˈɪɾəl blˈuːwaɪ ɡɹˈeɪ bˈɔːlz ʌv flˈʌf, ðæt pˈɛk dˈeɪntili æt ðə bˈɪts ʌv sˈuːɪt, ænd ðˈɛn hˈɪs vˈɪɡɚɹəsli ænd skˈoʊld æt ðə bˈɪɡ wˈɑːsps ðæt kˈʌm ænd stˈiːl ɪt fɹʌm ˌʌndɚ ðɛɹ vˈɛɹi bˈiːks!