Posted by sydney on Mar 7th, 1769
Green woodpecker begins to laugh. Last night I heard that short quick note of birds flying in the dark: if this should be the voice of Oedicnemus, as is supposed: then that bird, which is not seen in the dead of winter, is returned. Blood-worms appear int he water: they are gnats in one state.
Posted by sydney on Mar 6th, 1769
The cock swan at two year’s old. “Between his white wings, mantling proudly, rows.”
Posted by sydney on Mar 4th, 1769
Spring day. Young chickens. Crocuss makes a gallant shew.
Posted by sydney on Mar 2nd, 1769
Wheat on the clays looks sadly poor & thin. Stormy wind by fits.
Posted by sydney on Mar 1st, 1769
Sheep rot in a most terrible manner in the low grounds.
Posted by sydney on Feb 28th, 1769
Posted by sydney on Feb 26th, 1769
Vast rain in the night. Vast aurora borealis.
Posted by sydney on Feb 20th, 1769
Bees gather on the Crocuss.
Posted by sydney on Feb 18th, 1769
The missel-bird, turdus viscivorus (called by the country people the storm-cock) sings. Some flies appear in the windows. Gnats abound.
Posted by sydney on Feb 17th, 1769
Pease are sown in the fields. Land-springs abate.