Tuesday, December 11, 2012


All week she was my weasel, busily defying me to catch her on camera as she whipped about the place - you can get an idea of her enthusiastic footwork from the top photo of her prints in the snow - and after all that, I think she maybe wasn't a weasel at all.  I think she may have been a stoat.  Which is fine by me, and may explain why every time I squeaked "Weasel!" and dived for the camera, she paid absolutely no attention.  Got leaves to move.  Got dances to do.


At 6:46 AM, Blogger madwippitt said...

Mind you, with snow around, it could be ... a woozle!

At 7:18 AM, Blogger Gill Arbuthnott said...

She's a stoat; black tail tip! And she's lovely.


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