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I giorni della Merla

Winter legends for an Italian 2020

Traditionally, January is considered the coldest month of the year in Italy, especially its last three days, the 29th, 30th and 31st, which we call Giorni della Merla, or the “female blackbird days.” Weather experts debunked this myth, but Italians still love the legend, without a doubt tied for many of them to beautiful childhood memories.

You see, blackbirds, or so the story goes, used to be as white and snow and used to collect food to keep in their nest during the early weeks of winter, so that they could survive the icy days of January without leaving it: their aim was to finally peak out of their home only when the sun was back high in the sky. And so did they, a long time ago, finally flying out of their tree on the 28th of January, mocking the winter with their chirping: the cold season did no longer frighten them!

But Winter didn’t appreciate all that joy and chit-chat, nor the birds’ benevolent mocking, so it sent out the coldest, iciest of winds, that froze the earth over and destroyed all of the blackbirds’ nests. Left without shelter, they found refuge in chimneys, comforted by their warmth. But when the storm ended in February and they flew out in the sky again, their feathers had turned black because of the sooth they had lived in for the past three days.

This is why, we all learned as children, blackbirds are black.

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January 29, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Mon merle a perdu son bec

Le Merle, Norman McLaren, 1958, 4 min 39 s

Mon merle a perdu son bec,
Un bec, deux becs, trois becs, Marlot.
Comment veux-tu mon merle, mon merle,
Comment veux-tu mon merle chanter ?

Mon merle a perdu ses pattes,
Une patte, deux pattes, trois pattes, Marlot
Comment veux-tu mon merle, mon merle,
Comment veux-tu mon merle chanter ?

Mon merle a perdu sa queue…

Mon merle a perdu ses ailes…

Mon merle a perdu son cou…

Mon merle a perdu sa tête…

April 16, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment


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