We have wild cherry trees growing right next to our cottage at the lake. Just as one grew big enough to produce some nice blossoms and a few actual wild cherries (which the birds love) something heinous blithely stripped the bark off the bottom of the trunk, effectively killing the whole tree.
However, due to some law along the lines of blah blah nature "abhorring a vacuum" (which I totally relate to, for I too hate to vacuum) the tree bounced back to life when an offshoot of the original tree grew to an impressive and robust 30 feet high.
Then last weekend, my daughter looked up from her book and said, "what is THAT?"
Can you see him? It's a resident porcupine, called a porc-épic in French. Pronounced pork-ay-PICK, this "epic pig" munched through my cherry tree like a Florida senior cruising a salad bar at a quarter to five.
At least I have this to look at. (The Epic Pig is slowly improving our view of the lake.)
(psst, autumn really is on its way... the leaves...they is turning colour)