Today on our hike through McIntyre Creek we heard a very distressed squirrel in a tree, and wondered why our dog was looking at a hole in the ground under the tree, instead of looking up. We at first thought she had dropped her ball into the hole, so went to look, and lo and behold, there was this little white face, boldly looking back at us, showing no fear or concern at all.
We only stayed for a few moments, long enough to get a couple of photos, and then went on our way. The dog had recognized a superior force in the wee ermine, and was not pursuing any further interaction, and I respected the weasels right to be, and left after a couple of photos. Whether this weasel was an interloper in the home of the squirrel, or the hole under the tree belonged to the weasel is still an unknown, but the confidence and bravery of the weasel was not in question.
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