text_original: If the days are cold, and outside food scarce, they tap the window sharply with their beaks, to call attention to their needs, while plaintive, appealing little faces look anxiously at me. * * * * * And oh, they are such a pretty little crowd. One has no idea what clear, beautifully bright colour our British birds can show, unless one has seen them right away from the taint of smoke and grime.
text_transcription: IF THE DAYS ARE COLD AND OUTSIDE FOOD SCARCE THEY TAP THE WINDOWS SHARPLY WITH THEIR BEAKS TO CALL ATTENTION TO THEIR NEEDS WHILE PLAINTIVE APPEALING LITTLE FACES LOOK ANXIOUSLY AT ME AND OH THEY ARE SUCH A PRETTY LITTLE CROWD ONE HAS NO IDEA WHAT CLEAR BEAUTIFULLY BRIGHT COLOURS OUR BRITISH BIRDS CAN SHOW UNLESS ONE HAS SEEN THEM RIGHT AWAY FROM THE TAINT OF SMOKE AND GRIME
phonemes: ɪf ðə dˈeɪz ɑːɹ kˈoʊld, ænd aʊtsˈaɪd fˈuːd skˈɛɹs, ðeɪ tˈæp ðə wˈɪndoʊ ʃˈɑːɹpli wɪð ðɛɹ bˈiːks, tə kˈɔːl ɐtˈɛnʃən tə ðɛɹ nˈiːdz, wˌaɪl plˈeɪntɪv, ɐpˈiːlɪŋ lˈɪɾəl fˈeɪsᵻz lˈʊk ˈæŋʃəsli æt mˌiː. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ænd ˈoʊ, ðeɪ ɑːɹ sˈʌtʃ ɐ pɹˈɪɾi lˈɪɾəl kɹˈaʊd. wˈʌn hɐz nˈoʊ aɪdˈiə wʌt klˈɪɹ, bjˈuːɾɪfəli bɹˈaɪt kˈʌlɚɹ ˌaʊɚ bɹˈɪɾɪʃ bˈɜːdz kæn ʃˈoʊ, ʌnlˈɛs wˈʌn hɐz sˈiːn ðˌɛm ɹˈaɪt ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌmðə tˈeɪnt ʌv smˈoʊk ænd ɡɹˈaɪm.