We have an old pear tree in the yard, and due to this year's bumper crop of fruit one or two branches just peeled off the tree. Last night this little guy, no bigger than a softball, showed up for his own private feast. When they eat fruit, they spit out the icky skin, and rotate the piece of fruit in their paws the way we do corn on the cob. And they eat all of it. Not just bits. In the bottom picture he has finally found the branch, and a pear nearly the size of his head. Happy porcupine.