Here in the Sandhills, some things are so rare, they are almost sacred.
Like a rock- you never find a rock in the ocean of sand particles here.
Or a tree. A tree is very hard to come by. The sandy, unfertile soil and major droughts do not suit young saplings to grow.
Reason #1 I strongly dislike (hate is a too strong a word) porcupines. They eat the bark off the few trees we have and the trees die. Of course, the weedy cedar trees, my other nemesis, are left untouched.
A porcupine suns himself in a cottonwood tree. The very tree he will eat the bark of and kill eventually.
Reason #2: I felt foolish after I ran back to the house after a walk at dusk. I had seen a porcupine ambling in the road ditch. By the time I got back with my .22 pistol, the sun had faded and man, was it dark.
I nearly took a shot at this.
At dusk, these bunches of little bluestem look JUST like a porcupine.
I know, I know. In broad daylight, it looks like a pile of grass.
But at night, it tooks JUST like a porcupine.
Up in a tree, porcupines are easy targets. But in the dark and running through the grass, they are better camouflaged than I thought.