Porcupine

Returning to the car we notice this porcupine quill among the sand. It reminds me of the thorn that impaled Katarina's finger just a few days ago. It's a rather easy sign of life than a small impression in the sand or a little poo among the bushes. We're tempted to bring back to England but I remember reading something about exporting animal parts and didn't want trouble at the airport.