Love that feather photo. The starkness of it conveys the story perfectly.

I mentioned on bev’s porcupine post that I’ve only seen a porcupine once, and that was over 30 years ago. I was living up in the “pot-growing capitol” of California. Lots of hippie farmers and their dogs in the hills. Porcupines and dogs don’t mix very well at all. A dog with a mouth full of quills is not a happy thing.