October 17, 1783

Posted by sydney on Oct 17th, 1783

Mowed & burnt the dead grass in my fields.  Rooks on the hill attended by a numerous flock of starlings.  The tortoise gets under the laurel-hedge, but does not bury himself.  Neps. T. H. & H. Holt white returned from Fyfield.  … “a crouded umbrage, dusk & dun,/Of ev’ry hue, from wan, declining green;/To sooty dark.”  Thomson.

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