text_original: His yellow ringed eyes do not seem as sparkling as they were. But he still tries to do his best, and towards sundown you may hear him singing; one of those in my garden seems to have a preference for an underbough on a tall pine, where he stands almost hidden from sight, and whistles gently and softly—though not to me personally, as the robin does; apparently he is talking to himself.
text_transcription: HIS YELLOW RINGED EYES DO NOT SEEM AS SPARKLING AS THEY WERE BUT HE STILL TRIES TO DO HIS BEST AND TOWARDS SUNDOWN YOU MAY HEAR HIM SINGING ONE OF THOSE IN MY GARDEN SEEMS TO HAVE A PREFERENCE FOR AN UNDER BOUGH ON A TALL PINE WHERE HE STANDS ALMOST HIDDEN FROM SIGHT AND WHISTLES GENTLY AND SOFTLY THOUGH NOT TO ME PERSONALLY AS THE ROBIN DOES APPARENTLY HE IS TALKING TO HIMSELF
phonemes: hɪz jˈɛloʊ ɹˈɪŋɡd ˈaɪz duːnˌɑːt sˈiːm æz spˈɑːɹklɪŋ æz ðeɪ wɜː. bˌʌt hiː stˈɪl tɹˈaɪz tə dˈuː hɪz bˈɛst, ænd təwˈɔːɹdz sˈʌndaʊn juː mˈeɪ hˈɪɹ hˌɪm sˈɪŋɪŋ; wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz ɪn maɪ ɡˈɑːɹdən sˈiːmz tə hæv ɐ pɹˈɛfɹəns fɚɹən ˌʌndɚbˈaʊ ˌɔn ɐ tˈɔːl pˈaɪn, wˌɛɹ hiː stˈændz ˈɔːlmoʊst hˈɪdən fɹʌm sˈaɪt, ænd wˈɪsəlz dʒˈɛntli ænd sˈɔftli—ðˌoʊ nˌɑːt tə mˌiː pˈɜːsənəli, æz ðə ɹˈɑːbɪn dˈʌz; ɐpˈæɹəntli hiː ɪz tˈɔːkɪŋ tə hɪmsˈɛlf.