The bark of oak now runs; & I am felling some trees. Wwen trees are sawn-off, & thrown, a rushing sound is heard from the but, often attended with a little frothing & bubbling-out of the sap. This rushing or hissing is occasioned by the motion of the air escaping thro’ the vessels of the wood.
Notwithstanding the dry winter & spring, the pond on the common is brim full.
The titlark rises, & sings sweetly in its descent. The Ring-dove hangs on its wings, & toys in the air.
The cock green-finch begins to toy, & hang about on the wing in a very peculiar manner. These gestures proceed from amorous propensities.
The house snail begins to appear: the naked black-snail comes forth much sooner. Slugs, which are covered with slime, as whales are with blubber, are moving all the winter in mild weather.
The golden-crested wren frequents the fir-trees, & probably builds in them. Tho’ the spring has been remakably harsh & drying, yet the ground crumbles, & dresses very well for the spring-crops. The reason is, the driness of the winter: since the ground bakes hardest after it has been most drenched with water.
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