This morning I stepped out on our front porch only to be greeted with a spot of blood and a clump of porcupine quills, but no porcupine.

The  blood was nothing new.  When you have a herd of barn cats, which we do, you really never know what kind of “gift” they have left for you..guts, dead mice, a pile of feathers, you get the picture.  But porcupine quills were something new.  

After checking on Goliath, who was on patrol last night, to make sure he didn’t have a snootful of quills, I started looking around for a dead porcupine.  Luckily, nothing turned up.

But then, as it always seem to happen, things changed.

I was looking out the window and there were the alpacas , all bunched up as a herd and running this way and that.  Then they would stop and stare at I didn’t know what, but that is usually not a good sign.

So out I went and there was the porcupine, alive and slowly waddling and shambling along…I think the only animal that may be slower than a porcupine is a sloth.

I put the alpacas back in their pen, although they would have been happy to keep looking at the porcupine, and then I went and tied up Goliath.  The last thing I needed was for him to get in a dust up with the porcupine and if you have ever had a pet with a medical emergency on the weekend, you know how expensive that can be.

And then I went to look for the porcupine who wasn’t where I had left him.   After poking around, I found him hunkered down in the weeds.

Now the question is what to do with him.

Until next time, Happy Trails!

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