It’s not unusual to see porcupines as roadkill. I’ve often seen them high up in trees, sometimes a few together. But this morning, I managed to see a couple very close up along the Salt Marsh Trail. This male was gazing into the rising sun and didn’t seem too disturbed by my presence.
The quills on his back looked sharp and plentiful. An average adult has about 30,000 of them. As he turned around I could see his vulnerable underbelly. Some predators, such as fishers, are adept at flipping porcupines over to reveal this soft spot. Quills aren’t thrown, but become embedded in a predator’s skin when the porcupine whacks his tail at them. The warm body temperature of the recipient makes the tiny barbs on the quills expand, lodging them even more securely into their flesh.
My dog, an Alaskan Malamute and wolf cross, would often bite down on porcupines. Several times he ended up with the quills lodged on his tongue, on the roof of his mouth and down his throat. An animal left in this condition in the wild would be unable to eat and die of starvation.
On the walk back, I noticed the porcupine had climbed down from the tree and was walking along the trail. I guess he didn’t feel up to a second photo op.
Further along the trail back, I heard some strange sounds coming from a spruce tree. There, barely discernible among the green needles, was a second porcupine resting on top of a spruce bough. Somehow, the branch was able to handle its weight.
Porcupines are protected in some areas, as they provide an easy source of food to humans lost in the woods. They can be killed with a quick whack on their nose with a stick.