I woke just before dawn today. As I stood looking out our kitchen windows at the brightening sky a furry creature caught my eye. It was our occasional visitor, the fisher cat bounding up to a bird bath. Little Dudely had made it from a terra cotta pot turned upsidedown with the base placed on top as the water bowl. He had painted it and glued shells onto it. I wish I could take credit for such craftiness, but he and Dee Dee took a craft class last summer.
The fisher peered into the water and looked to be taking a drink, but then the bowl tipped. And crashed into two big pieces. The fisher (I think it needs a name) moved on to our compost pile. I love having a compost pile. Turning leftovers and scraps and yard waste into magic for our gardens and our woodland friends. Ooh, that sounds Snow White-ish... but we've seen a pair of fox, this fisher, a coyote, mice, squirrels, and chipmunks all grazing in it. The deer tend to nibble elsewhere.
After rummaging for awhile the fisher ran off with something. It came back for some more goodness. I struggled to get a good picture in the low light (never mind the incompetent photographer issues, screens and flash and...).
Did you know that fishers are one of the animals that prey on quillpigs? I don't know what to make of that this morning.
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