Warm. A very short light shower in the evening. Weeded out the strawberries, as well as could be done, & picked off such as were ripe. More berries forming, but doubt if we shall get any now the nets are off.[a] Yesterday found a late thrushe’s° nest with one egg (bird on it). One white hen missing – possibly sitting somewhere on a nest, but afraid she is lost, as she has been gone since yesterday.
14 eggs. Sold 2 score @ 2/8. Total this week: 86[b].
Butcher says hens are laying better again, so eggs will go down [in price].
[Orwell’s notes]
[a] Up to taking off the nets, about 71/2lb @6d a lb = 3/9.
[b] Improvement of 10 on last week. Hens have been on Karswood since 4.7.39.
Orwell Diaries 1938-1942 
A missing white hen, eh? I don’t suppose its name was Snowaball?
Max
Roses still going full force. Sedum, hydrangea, and the whole daisies-chrysanthemums-marigolds group are in full flower. Blackberries have set but still mostly green.
Ducks at the local lake raising a 2nd hatch, it would seem, or were some just late to mate and lay? The now-adolescent squirrels are now waxing very cheeky.
White hens are always at risk; they’re too visible to predators.
What did the lame hen see?