November 28, 1771

Posted by sydney on Nov 28th, 1771

Spitting fog, dark & cold.  The reed-sparrow, passer troquatus, forsaking the reeds, & water side in the winter, roves about among the fields, & hedges.  This bird which I sometimes saw, but never could procure ’til now, I mistook for the aberdavine.

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