Sometimes wildlife can be a bit like buses – none for ages, then a queue of them.
So it seemed when this weasel turned up almost at my feet while I was watching a peregrine falcon through my telescope!
Emitting a rabbit distress call, I stopped the wee assassin in its tracks and grabbed the camera.
Unfortunately, photographing weasels is a bit like juggling ferrets!
These quicksilver hunters are rarely still for any more than a second or two.
It’s amazing that I got a picture at all, far less the two good ones and one iffy one I kept from a handful of otherwise blurred mystery shots!
Weasels are a great favouite of mine. Little cousins to the larger stoat, they lack the black tail tip which sets the two apart.
However, here is a character who does not know he is too small for large prey.
A friend of mine watched one ride a hare, rodeo fashion, as he bit into the neck of a prey which dwarfed him!
Hares can tip the scales at seven pounds or more – weasels can’t be much more than seven ounces!
Of course, the reason for their diminutive size is to allow them to travel along the narrow tunnels built by moles, voles and field mice, in search of their more usual prey.
Being so successful at keeping a low profile, it is hardly surprising that weasels are so rarely seen by humans.
Usually the only time people spot them is as they dash across the road in front of cars!
So, here is your chance to admire what is usually only a glimpse of brown fur flashing across a road.
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