March 8, 1771
Posted by sydney on Mar 8th, 1771
Wind N.W. Large flocks of wild-geese go over the forest to the Eastward.
Wind N.W. Large flocks of wild-geese go over the forest to the Eastward.
Great distress among the flocks; the turneps are all rotten. The ewes have little milk, & the lambs all die.
Rain, dark & raw. Considerable rain in the night. Harsh wind.
Glass sinks steadily tho’ ye weather looks like dry. Turneps are all rotten, & the wheat-fields look quite bare, & destitute of all verdure. Farmer parsons sows wheat in his fallow behind Beacher’s shop, which was drowned in the winter Mem: to observe what crop he gets from this spring-sowing. The spring sowing round this village proved the finest wheat & best crop.