Fisher

I saw a Fisher scurrying amongst the trees, I listened for it and could hear it walking and rustling around in the extremely dry forest but I couldn’t see it. I kept listening while I looked around the dense forest, all of a sudden I saw the fisher and to my amazement it was climbing an old poplar tree! I watched in awe as the fisher kept climbing until it stopped near the top of the tree. I couldn’t see exactly what it was doing as its head was wrapped around the tree, it moved and lo and behold, it had an egg in its mouth! The fisher turned 180 degrees so its head was facing down the tree, continuing down the tree with the egg gently cradled in its mouth, once on the ground the fisher scampered farther into the forest.