After the bear came traipsing through my front yard, word must have gotten out to all the local forest creatures, that this is where the wild things go.
This porcupine owned it.
After the bear came traipsing through my front yard, word must have gotten out to all the local forest creatures, that this is where the wild things go.
This porcupine owned it.
Last year, we learned our porcupines do not like getting their paws wet. So my wife built them a little stone bridge to cross the 1 inch deep trench 🥹 They seem to have mastered it! Anything to not get wet. Even if they’re already soaked from the pouring rain…