text_original: Close to home, the first little eddy of wind stirred, and the song of dripping twigs began; an owl hooted, honey soft, in the fog. We came on two farm hands mending the lane at the turn of the avenue, and, curled on the top of the bank, their cosy red collie pup, waiting for them to finish work for the day.
text_transcription: CLOSE TO HOME THE FIRST LITTLE EDDY OF WIND STIRRED AND THE SONG OF DRIPPING TWIGS BEGAN AN OWL HOOTED HONEY SOFT IN THE FOG WE CAME ON TWO FARM HANDS MENDING THE LANE AT THE TURN OF THE AVENUE AND CURLED ON THE TOP OF THE BANK THEIR COSY RED COLLIE PUP WAITING FOR THEM TO FINISH WORK FOR THE DAY
phonemes: klˈoʊs tə hˈoʊm, ðə fˈɜːst lˈɪɾəl ˈɛdi ʌv wˈɪnd stˈɜːd, ænd ðə sˈɔŋ ʌv dɹˈɪpɪŋ twˈɪɡz bɪɡˈæn; ɐn ˈaʊl hˈuːɾᵻd, hˈʌni sˈɔft, ɪnðə fˈɑːɡ. wiː kˈeɪm ˌɔn tˈuː fˈɑːɹm hˈændz mˈɛndɪŋ ðə lˈeɪn æt ðə tˈɜːn ʌvðɪ ˈævənˌuː, ænd, kˈɜːld ɔnðə tˈɑːp ʌvðə bˈæŋk, ðɛɹ kˈoʊzi ɹˈɛd kˈɑːli pˈʌp, wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ ðˌɛm tə fˈɪnɪʃ wˈɜːk fɚðə dˈeɪ.