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I was sitting out the back garden today when a good looking pigeon arrived and perched itself on a small wall not too far from where I was sitting.
Bhí mé i mo shuí amach sa ghairdín cúil inniu nuair a tháinig colm a raibh cuma mhaith air agus é suite ar bhalla beag nach raibh rófhada ón áit a raibh mé i mo shuí.
I was relaxing with my legs raised and rested on a second garden chair, sipping a coffee and reading the Sunday newspaper.
Bhí mé ag scíth a ligean le mo chosa ardaithe agus luigh mé ar an dara cathaoir gairdín, ag sipping caife agus ag léamh an nuachtáin Dé Domhnaigh.
The bird seemed to decide that I was not a risk and it started drinking from a hollow in the wall, leaving its head immersed in the drinking hole for more than a few seconds at a time.
Ba chosúil gur shocraigh an t-éan nach raibh aon bhaol orm agus thosaigh sé ag ól as log sa bhalla, ag fágáil a cheann tumtha sa pholl óil ar feadh níos mó ná cúpla soicind ag an am.
Each time it came up for air it would take a look at me to see if I had changed position or attitude.
Gach uair a thiocfadh sé suas don aer thabharfadh sé léargas dom féachaint an raibh seasamh nó dearcadh athraithe agam.
I had not moved, expecting this birds observations but I couldnt help but stare and admire what I was seeing on this quiet Sunday morning.
Níor bhog mé, ag súil le breathnuithe ar na héin seo ach ní raibh mé in ann cabhrú ach súil ghéar a choinneáil ar a raibh á fheiceáil agam maidin Dé Domhnaigh chiúin seo.
The bird finished its drinking and started to settle itself on its perch, shifting one leg and then the other backwards, folding itself into a sitting position.
Chríochnaigh an t-éan é ag ól agus thosaigh sé ag socrú ar a phéirse, ag aistriú cos amháin agus ansin an ceann eile ar gcúl, ag filleadh air féin ina shuí.
The sun was out but clouds were moving above casting shadows when it covered the sun.
Bhí an ghrian amuigh ach bhí scamaill ag bogadh os cionn scáthanna réitigh nuair a chlúdaigh sé an ghrian.
This happened and the temperature immediately dropped a little.
Tharla sé seo agus thit an teocht beagán láithreach.
I took one leg from the chair and the bird immediately launched itself with a clap of wings to remove itself from the garden.
Thóg mé cos amháin ón gcathaoir agus sheol an t-éan é féin láithreach le bualadh bos sciatháin chun é féin a bhaint den ghairdín.
I got up and went inside to finish my coffee.
D’éirigh mé agus chuaigh mé istigh chun mo chaife a chríochnú.