Truck went in the shop today. Did a couple simple jobs before the rain started. Went to my office project and extracted a couple logs that were deeply buried. Took almost all I had to get them out with my cant hook. Every time I go over there, I want to kick the guy in the balls that shoved all that stuff around.
Aside from those logs, I didn't do much. My back was iffy today, and I didn't want to push it. Sat on the bench I made, and contemplated the trees I'm gonna thin out. Pretty sure a young squirrel fell out of a tree while I was sitting there. I heard something hit the ground kinda hard. I didn't give it much thought, cause there's a lot of branches the vines trapped, and are probably releasing after I cut the vines, but a minute later, I squirrel about the size of a guinea pig tentatively go up a tree near me, and I didn't see him come from anywhere on the ground. I think that's what I heard fall.
