Fly-catcher returns. The fern-owl, or eve-jar returns, & is heard in the hanger. These birds are the last summer-birds of passage: when they appear we hope the summer will soon be established.
Saw a flie-catcher in the vicarage, I think.
Flesh flies get to be troublesome: hung out the meat-safe. Mrs Clements &c. left us.
Ashen shoots injured by the late frosts, & kidney-beans & potatoe-sprouts killed.
The down of willows floats in the air, conveying, & spreading about their seeds, & affording some birds a soft lining for their nests.
Vast bloom on my nonpareils. The orchard is mown for the horses. Cut the stalks of garden rhubarb to make tarts: the plants are very strong.
The bloom on my white apple is again very great. Set the middle Bantam hen with eleven eggs: the cook desired that there might be an odd one.
Planted some tricolor violets, & some red cabbages sent from South Lambeth.
Swifts, & house-martins over the Thames at Pangbourne.
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