Bobby Sands: The Life and Death of an Ornithologist

Uaigneach abhi mé ar feadh tamaill ar tráthnóna beag inníu ag éisteacht leis na preácháin ag screadáil agus ag teacht abhaile daobhtha …”

“I was lonely for awhile this evening, listening to the crows cawing as they returned home. If I should hear the beautiful lark, it would break my heart. Now, as I write, the odd curlew calls mournfully as they fly over. I like the birds