Three days ago, we had our first fisher (
Martes pennanti) sighting. There were several times we'd seen tracks, but not the actual animal. We were on our way home from hiking/checking out vernal pool activity around 4:45 pm when we drove past a woman on the side of the road. She was staring at something way up in the tall pines abutting the cemetery. I craned my neck from inside the passenger side to see if I could spot what she was looking at. Probably a hawk, I thought until I saw the long black tail hanging down. We pulled over and got out to watch a beautiful fisher climbing to the top of a pine. The woman said she had stopped only when she had heard screeching and screaming. She believes she saw the fisher raiding a squirrel nest.
We stood and watched for about 15 minutes, but it just stayed up on a limb, hidden behind clumps of pine needles. I pointed my camera in the direction of the dark clump, hoping that I'd get a couple of decent shots. It was so far up, I'm happy I got anything at all. Looks like maybe it was settling down for a nap after eating.
Just hanging out sleeping off dinner...
Tracks from January in the mud and...
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