text_original: It was a hard time for the birds. Rhoda would sit at the window and watch them congregating on the brier bush in the corner of the garden. Now it was a plump thrush, puffing out its speckled breast, and feasting on the scarlet hips; now it was a blackbird, with dusky plumage and yellow bill. Then a score of finches and sparrows would alight on the frozen snow, and quarrel over the crumbs that she had scattered there.
text_transcription: IT WAS A HARD TIME FOR THE BIRDS RHODA WOULD SIT AT THE WINDOW AND WATCH THEM CONGREGATING ON THE BRIAR BUSH IN THE CORNER OF THE GARDEN NOW IT WAS A PLUMP THRUSH PUFFING OUT ITS SPECKLED BREAST AND FEEDING ON THE SCARLET HIPS NOW IT WAS A BLACKBIRD WITH DUSKY PLUMAGE AND YELLOW BILL THEN A SCORE OF FINCHES AND SPARROWS WOULD ALIGHT ON THE FROZEN SNOW AND QUARREL OVER THE CRUMBS THAT SHE HAD SCATTERED THERE
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ hˈɑːɹd tˈaɪm fɚðə bˈɜːdz. ɹˈoʊdə wʊd sˈɪt æt ðə wˈɪndoʊ ænd wˈɑːtʃ ðˌɛm kˈɑːŋɡɹɪɡˌeɪɾɪŋ ɔnðə bɹˈaɪɚ bˈʊʃ ɪnðə kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə ɡˈɑːɹdən. nˈaʊ ɪt wʌzɐ plˈʌmp θɹˈʌʃ, pˈʌfɪŋ ˈaʊt ɪts spˈɛkəld bɹˈɛst, ænd fˈiːstɪŋ ɔnðə skˈɑːɹlɪt hˈɪps; nˈaʊ ɪt wʌzɐ blˈækbɜːd, wɪð dˈʌski plˈuːmɪdʒ ænd jˈɛloʊ bˈɪl. ðˈɛn ɐ skˈɔːɹ ʌv fˈɪntʃᵻz ænd spˈæɹoʊz wʊd ɐlˈaɪt ɔnðə fɹˈoʊzən snˈoʊ, ænd kwˈɔːɹəl ˌoʊvɚ ðə kɹˈʌmz ðæt ʃiː hæd skˈæɾɚd ðˈɛɹ.