Monday, June 20, 2016

Fisher King

I saw this Fisher on my usual Willowdale ride.  He was working on a log, sort of of patting around it.   When I came toward him, he climbed a tree and stopped at eye-level, as if to say, "Hey, you really don't want to make me climb this tree, do you?".  I got within about 20' before deciding to let him be.

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