|Burdock, left to his biscuits.|
Seconds later another porcupine hauls himself up over the ledge and into the cave. The poor fellow is rather startled to find me sitting right there, but does not retreat. Instead he takes a circuitous route to the rear of the den, where he encounters Burdock.
Burdock squawks a few times, and then turns his back on the newcomer and eats another biscuit. The stranger cowers in the back, unsure what to make of the situation.
|Burdock turns around and complains|
|I roll an apple to the new porcupine|
|Look at the belly on this guy! I think it is possible that this is Dangerous Dan, the color is similar.|
|Like Fretful, this porcupine peels his apples. A pile of peels and well-cleaned core remain.|
While the new arrival eats his apple, Burdock resumes his post on my lap. It takes a porcupine a long time to eat a big apple. Even with a lap warmer, my fingers and toes are getting cold, but I can't leave yet, I must see what will happen next. I have a front row seat for observing porcupine interactions. Oh, make that, I am a front row seat.
|Burdock eats. Why are my hands getting cold?|
|The new porcupine explores the cave|
|and then settles down to sleep in Burdock's favorite spot|
Shortly after this scene, Burdock returned to complain more vociferously, his face right against the backside of the visiting porcupine. I think both porcupines felt obliged to make a bit of a fuss, but there was no need for violence. Burdock ate an apple and I finally headed home.