Woman on an island, day 31

I'm up at sunrise to look for more logs, it's amazing how serene this place is, like you can hear the earth speaking to you. I found some fruit trees earlier, some sort of apple tree. I wonder if it's poisonous? I'll take some and feed it to that little black bush pig that seems to hang around the camp site. I find some logs and I start dragging them back to camp...Why do I have this feeling I'm being watched? I spin around but only the ever swaying jungle stares back at me. I must be losing my mind, suddenly that coconut man I want to build doesn't seem so crazy any more. I get back to work, diligently moving the logs up and tying them down. I should be done by midday at this rate....