Hey Folks,
I was lucky enough to spend a few hours one long afternoon with this little short-tailed weasel. I’ve hardly ever had to work as hard as trying to photograph this little fellow.
Weasels are like ferrets on crack. Unbelievable energy.
They stop for a second, glance around, and take off again, top speed, racing around, darting this way and that, pausing momentarily again, before charging headlong into some tiny crevice or tunnel to chase some unhappy lemming or similar-sized rodent.
I followed this weasel down the coastline, as he patrolled the bank by the side of the ocean. He seemed completely unperturbed whether I was close to him or further away. He’d stop, casually glance my way, look around in all directions, and race off again, sometimes towards me (they seem extremely curious), sometimes in 3 directions at once (it would seem).
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