My recent post, The Cry of the Sapsucker, consisted mainly of photos taken while drinking coffee in my blind, which is cleverly diguised as a house. Mike, who keeps the blog Mike’s Gone Fishin’…Again, commented that he, too, has a blind cleverly disguised as a house. Click that link. You’ll see that Mike does a lot more than take pictures out the window. The link to Mike’s Gone Fishin’…Again is a keeper.
Another friend, who lives in New Hampshire, almost all the way to Maine, sent a series of photos taken from his house of a bobcat he saw the other day.
It’s always a treat to look out the window and see something like that, and it’s great that the internet makes it so easy to share the things we see. I know it is appreciated by others because they leave comments, like the one on my post The Cry of the Sapsucker, calling it some “lazy-ass nature reporting”.
That comment came from Marc Fauvet, who keeps the blog the limp cobra (because fly lines are like wild snakes that need to be tamed …). Marc lives in Sweden, but that’s okay. His blog is beautiful, and a lot of fun. His “lazy-ass” nature reporting comment got me to thinking and, you know, Marc might be right. Maybe my pictures of a bluejay being disemboweled on the lawn were kind of lazy-ass.
Well, “kind of” ain’t good enough. We’re taking lazy-ass nature reporting to the next level by bringing you the first set of photos from our brand new concept, “Pictures Taken While I Slept”.
It’s a fisher (Martes pennanti), relative of the skunk, weasel, and wolverine, also known as a pekan, wejak, and fisher cat, although it is not a feline. Once exterminated in Vermont for their fur, they were brought back using transplants from Maine, when the state realized it was going broke paying bounties on destructive porcupines, which thrived in the fisher’s absence. Fishers prey on porcupines by chasing one up a tree and working it out onto branches too weak to hold. The porcupine falls to the ground, where it is at least stunned, and the fisher has an easy meal. It is also said that a fisher will attack a porcupine about the face until it is too weak to resist and the fisher can flip it onto its back, avoiding a mouthful of quills by going through the belly.
I have seen a fisher twice in five years.
At close to three feet long, this one is most likely a male, and could weigh as much as 20 pounds. A ferocious predator, attacking porcupines and chasing down hares, fishers are also opportunistic and the mice feeding in last fall’s compost seem to be the attraction here.
Five years of actively looking brought two sightings of a fisher; two nights with my new scouting camera and I’ve got half an hour’s worth of photos.
“Pictures Taken While I Slept,
bringing you the laziest-ass nature reporting available!”