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.
Posted by sydney on Jun 12th, 1791