Local Squirrel Map And Notes: 31.10.2015

A violent storm raged here in the early hours of yesterday morning and my bedroom window, which I keep open at night in all but the absolute coldest weather, twanged off the catch, crashed against the wall and almost smashed. Outside, in a strange cold blue light, the trees moved like enthusiastic metalheads on the front row of a concert. I knew that it would not be a good morning to go