swap my first day of the blackbird ; ;
; The days of the blackbird long, long time ago in Milan there was a very hard winter.
The snow fell from the sky and covered the whole city, the streets, the gardens.
Under the eaves of a building in Porta Nuova was a nest of a family of blackbirds, at that time had feathers white as snow. There was a blackbird
mom, dad and three little birds blackbird, born after the summer. The little family was suffering from cold and struggled to find some crumbs of bread to eat, because the few crumbs that fell from the tables of men on earth were immediately covered with snow coming down from heaven.
few days later the father blackbird made a decision and told his wife: "Here there is nothing to eat, if this continues all die of hunger and cold. I have an idea, I will help to move the nest on the roof of the building , next to that fireplace while waiting for my return so you will not get cold. I leave and go look for food where the snow has not yet arrived. "And so it was done: the nest was placed near the fireplace and dad left.
The mother and the little birds were in the nest all day basking in each other and also thanks to the smoke issuing from the chimney all day. Following
three days his father came home and almost never able to acknowledge his family! The black smoke coming out the chimney was painted black all the feathers of the birds! Luckily, that day the winter became less rigid and blackbirds were able to find enough food to reach the spring.
Since then, however, all blackbirds are born with black feathers and to remind the family of blackbirds blacks become whites for the last three days of January, I said: three days of the blackbird.
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