It rained all day again today. Needless to say, I did not start a new project. Neither did I work much on any of the old ones. Was kind of a slug. Ms. Fuzzytail keeps coming back to the bird feeders that we haven't filled for several years because of her and her kin. In the wild, they are lucky to live 3 years, so it seems unlikely that this particular squirrel remembers the feeders. But it's possible. In captivity, they can live 7-10 years.
Here's a somewhat shocking fact. Red squirrel mortality is 75-80% in the first year of life. It's a tough world out there in the woods.
I goofed off pretty much. The only news of note is that I went out to the trailer last night after dark when it was raining in sheets. OK. Now I know where it's really leaking. The corner of the back window has a river pouring out of it, and the vent leaks too. I'm pretty bummed, but also glad that now I at least know where to direct my efforts instead of guessing.
Tomorrow is supposed to be nice. Time to get energized for a project!
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