ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE: I was at the level of a weasel

Monday, July 09, 2012

I was at the level of a weasel

...I say on page 101 of Flight Calls: An Apprentice on the Art of Listening. It's true again today.

This little guy stopped by this afternoon. For all I know it might live here. We've seen weasels in the yard many times before. It slipped in and out of the rock wall like it was home.

7 comments:

theresa said...: What a beautiful photograph. I once had a least weasel come to the sliding doors off my kitchen. It just peered in, made eye contact, then dematerialized, the way coyotes do...; 9/7/12 3:59 PM
Brenda Schmidt said...: Thank you! Cool.; 9/7/12 4:05 PM
Shawna Lemay said...: great photo! cool looking dude!; 10/7/12 7:26 AM
Brenda Schmidt said...: Thank you! I love how quick they are.; 10/7/12 7:31 AM
the regina mom said...: Why does the word, weasel, have such a negative connotation when the animal is so darned cute? And ya, great pic!; 10/7/12 11:23 AM
Brenda Schmidt said...: Thanks! Good question! I imagine it has something to do with the way they engage with their lunch.; 10/7/12 11:30 AM
pohanginapete said...: Yes, I agree with the others — wonderful photograph.; 10/7/12 2:42 PM

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