A fuzzy spy in the tree; hiding badly, his fur and body were wider than the tree trunk. His black ringed-tail gave him away. He watched Melina and me for a little bit while she tried to get a clear photo of him. I guess we were too noisy. He slowly descended the tree, made sure we weren’t following him and lumbered up the dry limestone creek bed.
Two weeks later, vultures on our roof announced his death. Over time, his bones faded to grey and white. He again was camouflaged, this time in the dry limestone where he lay.