I am glad that the commentariat has moved past the “dead porcupine” stage.
(Outstanding in the field) “Oh, hey, those look nommable. Uh, what’s that guy pointing at me?”
Somewhere in my huge storage of digital images, I have pictures of a very large porcupine, several times the size of this adolescent. I did not get very near him, until he decided to leave, at which point I followed at a respectful distance.
Porcupines are not strategic geniuses: he attempted to evade me by climbing up a smallish tree that had almost no leaves and was a whopping 8 feet tall. I got a lot of photos of an angry-looking porcupine grinding his teeth at me trying to warn me to put the camera down and run from his fearsomeness.