Up in the top of a Russian Olive tree was a large porcupine. Then as if to confirm to me it was the one who had made that sound, it did it again while I was looking at it. Very strange little sound. Very strange little animal.
Needless to say I didn't go back to bed. I sat there with my bins watching this little critter munching on the leaves, wondering how it avoided the sharp spines on this particular variety.
The only camera I have at home is my phone with no zoom, and I new I couldn't get a picture of it from where I was. So I just watched. When I wasn't watching the porcupine, my gaze fell upon three young fledgling magpies, and a couple of brightly colored warblers.
After a while, the porcupine slowly made its way down out of the tree, using its tail as an extra limb for support and balance.
When it reached the ground, it disappeared around the back of a large rock. I didn't see it emerge from the other side, so I figured it had hunkered down back there to take a little rest. That's when I decided to finally venture out and take a closer look.
|Do you see it on top of the rock wall, near the tree?|
|Still just laying on the rock, as if sunning itself.|
|It is totally just lounging around.|
|Finally caught a whiff of me and is searching the air trying to figure me out.|
|Still totally relaxed.|
|Now its hackles go up slightly.|
I got the message. I went back around the wall the long way.
Later that morning it had found a new resting place. Up in another nearby tree. The tree with the fledgling magpies. I don't think they appreciated having that prickly house companion. But there is stayed for the rest of the morning. By the time I returned from work, it was gone again. Off looking for another evening meal.