16 C, sunny

Nice morning, so nice I'm going to take my second cup of coffee and sit out on the patio still in my night wear.
One nice thing about have a bird zone yard, it's pretty private!
I'll take the camera out and maybe get a short video of the birds.

Immediately the smoke was compressed and some of the heat was trapped under the plastic. ‘I should have thought of that sooner.’ He moved all the meat he had been curing to one end then added all that was left on to the cleared poles. As an after thought he closed off one end by fetching his travois and leaning it against one end. The smoke, although still escaping, was now relatively entrapped and no rain was falling on the meat or the fire.

Wind gusts still burst occasionally into the clearing so he tied and staked all the frame work even more securely.

Bob went back into the cabin and as the weather was still foul decided he would have an easy day and do some reading.

He had trouble focusing and his mind kept wandering to his visitor. ‘ I Wonder where she went, will she really come back? This storm will tie her down and then she’ll probably just move on.’

He remembered her threat of bringing a gun and smiled. ‘Ah, I just scared her, she won’t be back.’

He got up looked out the door, checking the smoking fire. He couldn’t help staring at where the trail was for a few moments. He went back, sprawled on the bed and picked up his book again.

The following morning the rain had pretty well stopped but a gusty wind was still blowing. Bob hoisted himself up into the rafters and felt for the wet spot where the rain had dripped in. He couldn’t detect a hole or a crack, but he measured with his hand how far from the chimney’s edge the damp spot was then went outside.

He went around to the lean-to and rolled the chopping block to the lowest edge of the lean-to roof then clambered up and then onto the cabin roof. He didn’t have to measure to locate the source of the problem. A knot in one of the shakes had cracked and shrunk. The water was seeping in and then running down on the next shake before dripping on to the stove.

He climbed back down intent on making a replacement shake when he remembered the pitch he had melted for the arrows.

He gathered up a few pieces and went inside to melt it down. By the time he got back outside and climbed back on the roof the pitch had congealed and wouldn’t pour. “Shit.” He muttered and sat back on his haunches to think.

A few moments later he was back on the ground. He put the pitch back on the stove. One of his water buckets was almost empty so he poured the remaining water into the other bucket then opened the door to the stove. He tipped the bucket and using a piece of kindling scraped embers into the bucket.