Calico cat is our favourite and most regular visitor, and considers herself part of the family, though she’s definitely not an indoor cat. Not that she wouldn’t be willing to become one. However other cats do appear and this white and grey has come off and on since we first arrived. Much more demanding than the calico. Suppose this might be because it’s hungrier and it does seem a little unfair that with cats as with humans neediness is not particularly attractive. We do feed her though.
Hear the familiar sound of a power saw and look out to find that the neighbour across the road is sawing some wood. Looks like bits of dead brush, possibly from the mountain behind us. By home standards most of it isn’t big enough to cut without turning it into kindling, but would depend on the size of his fireplace, and some of it probably an awkward shape. In any case it’s likely to be free fuel and the nights are chilly in the hills.