The Natural History of Selborne

Thomas persists in picking the cocci off the vine, and has destroyed hundreds.

Rose-fly, a green scarab.  Tho’ the stream has been dry for some time at Gracious street quite down to Kimber’s mead; yet, when it meets Well-head stream at Dorton, it is little inferior to that.  This shows that there are several springs along the foot of the short Lithe, as well as a constant one at Kimber’s.

Wood-ruff blows.

Swifts copulate in the air, as they flie.

Field-crickets cry round the forest.

The kidney-beans are cut down.  Potted several balsoms, a fine sort saved last year.

Planted some red cabbages from S. Lambeth.  Planted some green cucumber-plants to fill the void spaces in the early-frames.

My wall-nut trees seem much injured by the fros.  The laurels shoot at the bottom of the boughs.  Sycomores are injured.  Chafers swarm about Oakhanger, & on the chalky soils, but not with us on the clays.

My fields have more grass than my brother’s at S. Lambeth, which burn.  My St foin looks well, & is grown.  Ponds in bottoms are dry.  Our down burn brown.

The country strangely burnt-up.