The Natural History of Selborne

Cinnamon rose blows.

Timothy the tortoise has been missing for more than a week. He got out of the garden at the wicket, we suppose; & may be in the fields among the grass.  Timothy found in the little bean-field short of the pound-field.  The nightingale, fern-owl, cuckow, & grass-hopper lark may be heard at the same time in my outlet.  Gryllo-talpa curs in the moist meadows.

My great single oak shows many catkins.

Grasshopper lark in my outlet.

A pair of swifts frequent the eaves of my stable.  The birds soon forsook the place, & did not build.

Field-crickets cry, & shrill in the short Lythe.

Columbine & monkshoods blow.  The sycomores, & maples in bloom scent the air with a honeyed smell.  Lily of the valley blows.  Lapwings on the down.

Men bring up peat from the forest.

Flowers fade, & go-off very fast thro’ heat.  There has been only one moderate shower all this month.  Bees thrive.  Asparagus abounds.

Sultry.  Left off fires in the parlor.  So much sun hurries the flowers out of bloom.  Flesh-files begin to appear.