Spitting fog, dark & cold. The reed-sparrow, passer troquatus, forsaking the reeds, & water side in the winter, roves about among the fields, & hedges. This bird which I sometimes saw, but never could procure ’til now, I mistook for the aberdavine.
A large flock of red-wings, Turdus iliacus, appear.
September-like weather. Footpaths dry like march.
Turdus pilaris. Hardly any field-fares appear: there are no haws.
A most astonishing, & destructive flood at Newcastle on Tyne.
Tortoise at Ringmer had not finish’d his hybernaculum, being interrupted by the sunny weather, which tempted him out.
An epidemic disease among the dogs in Sussex, which proves fatal to many. They pine away, & die moping.
Saw 16 fork-tailed kites at one on the downs.
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