While I was feeding Sylvia at 8 pm, Thistle arrived at the enclosure. He was very interested in Sylvia and snuffled and hummed pleasant greetings. She ignored him. He had a couple of small quills stuck in his nose, which I managed to pull out—evidence that he has been interacting with the neighborhood porcupines. He came up from the woods to the west, and when I went up to the house, he came too, but by his own route through thick vegetation. He drank his milk and waddled off. |
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