INTRODUCING THE QUILL PIG
Aug 03, 2020
4 minutes
BY JULES TORTI
My first encounter with a porcupine was roadside, somewhere between Belleville and Kingston, Ontario. My best friend and I had spent a week dog-sitting two huskies in nearby Napanee and were heading to the Via Rail station to catch the train home to Brantford, Ontario. Marta, who we had dog-sat for, spotted the roadkill and immediately pulled over for us to inspect it. As an artist, she was always slamming on the brakes to watch a hawk lift from a field with a fresh kill or slowing down to take in the silent wonder of deer slipping into a forest.
“A porcupine!” I immediately wanted a souvenir quill. So did Marta.
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