June 29, 1783

Posted by sydney on Jun 29th, 1783

My garden is in high beauty, glowing with a variety of solstitial flowers.  A person lately found a young cuckow in a small nest built in a beechen shrub at the upper end of the bostal.  By watching in a morning, he soon saw the young bird fed by a pair of hedge-sparrows.  The cuckow is but half-fledge; yet the nest will hardly contain him: for his wings hang out, & his tail & body are much compressed, & streightened.  When looked at he opens a very red, wide mouth, & heaves himself up; using contorsions with his neck by way of menace, & picking at a person’s finger, if he advances it towards him.

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