I go a-knocking.
Sunrise: 06.44 Sunset: 05.57
The walnut is not in her usual place again tonight; she is probably in her nest. I knock gently on the birch trunk with my camera lens, to the right of her nest entrance, and out she swings on a thread. I think I am building a relationship with this spider; if she is pleased to see me when I come a-knocking, we definitely have something developing.