The Natural History of Selborne

Nep. Ben White left us.

Cuckow sings on the hill.  Nightingale sings in my outlet.

Mowed the grass-walks in part: they were crisp with hoar frost.  Cut some grass in the orchard for the horses.  Swallow on the chimney.

Cut a brace of fine cucumbers.

Pears, cherries, & plums in fine bloom along the road.  Some hundreds of martins were seen to pass over Rolle towards Geneva, & two swifts; the day was wet & cold.

Men are busy in their barley-season.

Sam White elected fellow of oriel College in Oxford.

Cloudless.  Goslings.  No swallows.

Sun, sharp wind.

Mrs Clement’s daughter, born this day, makes my nephews & nieces 49.