Sowed turnep, & Wrench’s radishes. Young swallows continue to come out. Harvest begun on the downs: wheat not ripe. Destroyed a wasps-nest full of young vermiculi in their several gradations towards a perfect state. Thermomr 64 on the stair-case: 59 in the wine-vault. Wrench’s radishes come from France, & are said to be a new sort: are called the Nismes radish. Sowed a crop of spinage to stand the winter.
Turned out the worst of my St foin for thatch for my rick.
Finished my meadow-hay in good order: St foin spoiled.
Grapes very small & backward for want of sun. qu: if they will ripen.
*They did in Octr.
Young swallows & martins begin to congregate on roofs. These are the first flight.
Hay well made at last. Swifts pursue & drive away an hawk: but do not dart down & strike him with that fury that swallows express on the same occasion. In these attacks they make some noise with their mouths, squeaking a little.
Put part of my meadow-hay in large cock.
Swallows strike at owls, & magpies. Cut part of my great mead: grass over-ripe.
No young martins out yet. Creeping white mist.
Swifts, at least 30: at times they seem to come from other villages.
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