Today I encountered a battle of wits between a stray cat on the ground and a red squirrel in a tree. The cat hissed and the squirrel sounded it’s alarm call. For such a tiny creature it really made a racket. Last time I heard such a sound was whilst hammock camping in the forest. There was a squirrel nest atop one of the trees to which my hammock was fastened and a pair of squirrels screamed at me and rained down nuts and leaves. In the dark they sound scary…
Over the last few weeks I’ve learned that the bear range starts much closer to mine than I’d previously believed and just over a week ago this was confirmed when a 61 year old tourist, just over the border in Poland, was killed by a Eurasian Brown Bear. The attack took place near the town of Olszanice, which is 40 miles, as the crow flies or the bear walks, from mine.
A bear’s range can be anything from 60 sq km to 2600 sq km. While Poland has less than 100 bears, Slovakia has approximately 1000. I guess that scat I found earlier in the year might have been bear after all….
This morning I awoke to a beautiful scene. Frost covered everything. The temperature has now dropped well below zero at night and winter has announced its presence. All the car windows were frozen. I have a feeling that this winter, 2014-2015, will be long and cold. Life becomes much harder in winter but we’re rewarded by the occasional stunningly beautiful moment which makes it worthwhile. Winter really let’s you know you’re alive.
This is a classic example of socialist realist architecture, and a sight which is ubiquitous throughout the former Soviet Union and Warsash Pact region. These flat blocks are constructed from huge panels of concrete. Taken in Svidnik, East Slovakia
This is a cabin we stayed at last weekend in the forest above Svidnik, East Slovakia. It’s owned by the regional forest office and is situated on Black Mountain. The hill is renowned for the bandits who used to inhabit it centuries ago, and also for the number of German soldiers who died there during the war.
Despite being deep in the forest it was silent, creepily so. Apart from one owl which called for 30 seconds, the rest of the night was without animal or bird activity. It was like a blanket of silence had been thrown over the area. Ordinarily, the forests around here produce a cacophony of sound once darkness falls. Not at that cabin… I was pleased when dawn arrived.
I guess that part of the forest remembers the dead.
This is another picture from the series my eldest son took today in the forest. He really has an eye for imagery
This is one of the photos my eldest son took today while wandering in the forest