February 1, 1768
Jack-daw, monedula, chatters on churches. Went to London.
January 28, 1768
Sowed more cucumber seeds. Fringillado, great titmouse, begins some of his spring notes. Pricked out the cucumbers.
January 21, 1768
Ananas budding for bloom. First crop of kidney-beans gather’d in the Hothouse at Hartley.
January 12, 1768
A cock-pheasant appeared on the dunghill at the end of my stable; tamed by hunger. Laurustines appear as if scorched in the fire. Portugal laurel, red American Juniper untouched. Nuthatch, sitta, chatters. Garden-plants were well preserved under the snow. Turneps in general little damaged. Wheat, being secured by the snow, looks finely.
January 9, 1768
Lambs begin to fall. Nothing frozen in my cellar. Titmice pull straws from the eaves.
January 8, 1768
My provisions are kept in the Cellar. Birds pull the moss from ye trees.
January 7, 1768
Laurels begin to suffer. Laurustines suffer.
January 6, 1768
Coughs and colds are general. Provisions freeze within.
January 4, 1768
The birds must suffer greatly as there are no Haws. Meat frozen so hard it can’t be spitted. Several of the thrush kind are frozen to death.
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