The Natural History of Selborne

Phallus impudicus olet.  Young daws come forth.  Cut my St. foin: a vast crop.  Vast showers about.

Sultry.  Showers at a distance.  The thermr 73 abroad in the shade.

Sultry.  Thunder-like clouds rising on all sides.  Heavy rain.  Roses blow but poorly.  Large titmouse makes his spring note.

Red pinks begin to blow.  Blackcap sings sweetly.  Titlark sings, & black bird.

Cuckow sings.  Quail calls.  Wheat begins to blow.

Farmers do not care to persist in cutting their St. foin.  The thermometer fluctuates between 29 & 29 & 1/2.  The Rooks pursue & catch the chafers as they flie, whole woods of oaks are stripped bare by the chafers.

A pound of trufles were found by a trufle-hunter in my Brother’s grove.

Trufles begin to be found.  Chafers still appear.

Wheat is very backward: hardly any ears appear. It is worthy of notice that on my clayey soil horses prefer the grass that grows on a sand-walk, tho’ shaded & dripped by a tall hedge, to that which springs from the natural ground in a sunny and open situation.

Cold & dark.  Harsh, hazy day.