I lár an fhómhair i mBaile Átha Cliath, bhí na Gairdíní Luibheolaíocha ag taitneamh le dathanna áille.

In mid-autumn in Baile Átha Cliath (Dublin), the Botanic Gardens were shining with beautiful colors.

Bhí na crainn clúdaithe le duilleoga órga, agus bhí solas na gréine ag sníomh trí na géaga.

The trees were covered with golden leaves, and the sunlight was weaving through the branches.

Bhí Finn, leannán luibheolaíochta agus díograiseoir phlandaí, ag siúl tríd na gairdíní.

Finn, a lover of botany and a plant enthusiast, was walking through the gardens.

Thaitin na cúinní ciúine seo leis chun éalú ón torann uirbeach.

He enjoyed these quiet corners to escape the urban noise.

Bhí Finn ar thóir bláthanna éachta, agus go háirithe orcaide annamh a d'fhás le déanaí.

Finn was in pursuit of unique flowers, particularly a rare orchid that had recently bloomed.

Ba é an orcaide an ábhar is déanaí dá bhlag.

The orchid was the latest topic for his blog.

Ach, ní saoire shéiseach a bhí aige.

However, he wasn't having a peaceful retreat.

Bhí socruel olc ar Finn mar bhí luascríogaí éachtach ólta bradánach ag cur isteach air.

Finn was determined as he was being bothered by an exceptionally lively squirrel.

Chonaic Maeve agus Declan ag faire air go ciúin, cairde a bhí fréagraí ag tabhairt don eachtra greannmhar.

Maeve and Declan, watching him quietly, were friends providing commentary on the humorous episode.

"Finn," arsa Maeve, "féach ar an tsocruel sin!"

"Finn," said Maeve, "look at that squirrel!"

Bhí seiceal speisialta ag an gcreata sin.

That creature had a special cunning.

Ba léir go raibh an socruel ag cosaint an phlanda.

It was clear that the squirrel was protecting the plant.

Gach uair a shín Finn a cheamara, léim an socruel ós a chomhair.

Every time Finn extended his camera, the squirrel jumped in front of him.

Rinne Finn plean.

Finn made a plan.

Bhí cairn de dhíreacháin ag timpeall na gcrann.

There was a pile of acorns surrounding the trees.

Scoith sé cúpla agus chuir sé iad ar a shlí.

He picked a few and placed them in its path.

Agus sin díreach a theastaigh ón socruel, sciob sé leo go háthasach.

That was exactly what the squirrel wanted, and it happily scampered off with them.

Bhí Finn lán-sásta agus é ag réiteach chun an grianghraif foirfe a ghlacadh.

Finn was completely satisfied as he prepared to take the perfect photo.

Ach, díreach mar a bhí sé ag cuir an ceamara, tháinig an socruel ar ais agus léim sé ar chnaipe an cheamara.

But, just as he was about to snap the camera, the squirrel returned and jumped on the camera button.

Thóg an ceamara pictiúr den phland, le socruel sábhála ar a shlí!

The camera took a picture of the plant, with the mischievous squirrel on its way out!

D'éirigh Finn ag gáire.

Finn started laughing.

"Nach iontach í nádúr," ar sé os ard, ag casadh ar Maeve agus Declan.

"Isn't nature wonderful," he said out loud, turning to Maeve and Declan.

"Uaireanta ní bhíonn fáiscseal mar a bhí súil againn, ach is é an áilleacht é don té a ghlacann leis."

"Sometimes things aren’t quite as we expect, but that's the beauty for those who embrace it."

Bhí Finn sásta leis an eachtra, íocónach, sultmhar iteachta.

Finn was happy with the event, iconic and joyously consumed.

Ar a bhlag, d'insíodh sé an scéal seo, ag meabhróidh dó fhéin agus dá léitheoirí go gcaithfimid glacadh le greann agus claochlú an dúlra.

On his blog, he recounted this story, reminding himself and his readers that we must accept the humor and transformation of nature.

Bhí gai eolais anois aige; uaireanta bíonn na grianghraif dearmadach is fearr nuair nach bhfuil súil agat leo.

He had gained a little wisdom; sometimes the best photos are the unexpected ones.