Have not been able to keep up the diary, as I have been away[1]. The eggs are, however, entered in the hen book, though I think a certain number were not recorded.
Typical autumn weather, except that of late the mornings have not been very misty. Nights very clear, & the moon, which is a little past full, very fine. A certain amount of leaves yellowing.
Today planted out 60 spring cabbages. Paid 2d score for plants. Continued clearing front flower bed. The chief difficulty is the loganberry against the fence, which is now presumably too old to move. Some of the stems have grown to 15 or 20 feet. Michaelmas daisies in flower, chrysanthemums not yet. The pumpkin is about the size of a football, but I am afraid is going to ripen at that size, as the leaves are turning a little. Most of the young broccoli etc. doing well. E. gave them superphosphate last week. Made another 31/2lb. apple jelly.
Decided after all not to get rid of the older hens. Shall reduce size of the run the young ones are in now & use it for a breeding pen (Leghorn & Rhode) in the spring if we are here. The other part can be dug over for potatoes. If actually here we might also go in for rabbits & bees. Rabbits are not to be rationed. The butcher says that people will not as a rule buy tame rabbits for eating but their ideas change when meat gets short. Titley says he made a lot of money out of rabbits at the end of the last war.
4 eggs! (To date this week, including today, 36).
Field & others are still getting in hay which has only just been cut, & say it still has some nutritive value in it.
[1] It is not known where Orwell was, nor what he had been doing. However, in his letter to Leonard Moore of 6 October 1939, he writes that Eileen has found a job in a government office, but ‘I have so far failed to do so’; see 572. On 9 September he had offered his services (see 571), so perhaps he was away seeking war work. Peter Davison