A weasel in the woods

After watching this beautiful ermine speed running the boulders, I watched him bound into the sleeping forest floor. I could see him or his little tail pop up and then disappear among the bent grass, branches and leaves.

I saw him perch on top of a fallen tree a little ways into the forest. His white coat shining in a shaft of sunlight. That drew me to approach slowly. After 15 minutes, I was a stone’s throw away and settled down. He had busied himself darting through the trunk’s hole above to catch the sun and then coming back inside the tree.

He looks fierce in the photograph above but he was mid-yawn.

After his initial interest as I moved closer to the tree trunk he carried out a little morning routine – standing out in the sunshine and taking in his territory, tucking back into the hollow out of sight and throwing me a glance if I moved. After a few minutes, he went in and it seemed a good time to leave.