The Natural History of Selborne

Clouds, hail, shower, gleams.  Sharp air, & fire in the parlor.  Showers about.  Garden-crops much retarded, & nothing can be planted.  Farmer Bridger sends me three real snipe’s eggs: they are in shape, & colour exactly like those of the lapwing, only one half less.  The colour of the eggs is a dull yellow, spotted with chocolate:  they are blunt at the great end, & taper much till they become sharp at the smaller.  The eggs, sent me for snipe’s eggs last year, seem to have been those of a fern-owl.