Fierce frost. Rime hangs all day on the hanger. The hares, press’d by hunger, haunt the gardens & devour the pinks, cabbages, parsley, &c. Cats catch the red-breasts. Timothy the tortoise sleeps in the fruit-border under the wall, covered with a hen-coop, in which is a good armfull of straw. Here he will lie warm, secure, & dry. His back is partly covered with mould.
Posted by sydney on Nov 27th, 1782