Logbook: Porcupines

Moving to Maine has meant, among many other things, crossing into the range of the North American porcupine. We didn't see much of them for the first year, except in the form of roadkill, but this winter they've been very evident. I spotted the adult above high up in a pine tree in a little wood, and at first mistook it for an owl (which we also have here). With some difficulty I managed to get underneath it and take some photos; the animal undoubtedly knew I was there but showed no reaction.

The juvenile below showed up on the side of a mostly unused dirt road one day and lingered in the same spot for the three or four succeeding days. Porcupines may be slow to sense the presence of another creature, even one walking a dog on a leash, but eventually this one would move off. There may be sillier sights on earth than a juvenile porcupine waddling across a dirt road, but there can't be many.

In another location, probably far enough away to represent a different territory, I've been keeping an eye on an active den in a dead tree, which judging from the depth of the pile of porcupine droppings around it has probably been in use for some time. Porcupines will den up together, so it's hard to say how many occupants this one may have, but by getting a bit closer I can see that there's definitely at least one.