Lots of rain last night. Morning sees Squirrely chowing down on acorns, his tail arched in a miniature echo of the tree limb he's sitting on. This lack of running around chewing off new building material must mean the repairs to the nest are complete and successful and the nest came through the night without leaks. Haven't seen his cutie today; maybe she's sleeping in. Or maybe when she's hungry she goes back to wherever she came from to find the delicacies she likes. On the surrounding streets we have cherry, crabapple, and gingko trees, all with dried-up fruit still clinging to the ends of branches. In the yard we (I use the term loosely, all these trees are the neighbors') have oak, ailanthus, something I'm not sure about but it seems to have some fruit or seed Squirrely likes; and a cherry, still too young to bear fruit but coming along. Also, an evergreen of some sort that has blue berries. Plenty to eat; but if his lady love was raised on a street-tree diet, and he wants to dine with her, Squirrely might have to expand his range and his palate.