I may never get to see a moose, but this morning I saw my fourth fisher - second one this year, third along this particular stretch of road.
I was driving eastward out of Newcomb, on my weekly jaunt to The City to run errands, when zip - beautiful fisher dashed across the road not twenty feet in front of my car. It was the best view I've had of this rather secretive forest dweller, despite its speed.
The tail was stretched straight out behind as itbooked with all possible haste to cross the blacktop. What was that gait? I want to say a 2x2, but it really wasn't doing the hunched back thing we associate with weasels. I'd be willing to say it was a lope, if not a full out gallop. Of course, there is no way to know, since pavement makes a really poor tracking medium.
A great way to start the morning.