This spring I was surprised by the very few
voles that were present. Normally I see them as I work in the garden, darting or hopping or otherwise moving very quickly out of my way and into their huge network of tunnels in my permanent raised beds. This spring, and as summer progressed, I hardly saw any. I had a sneaking suspicion that I had gained a very efficient predator, and I figured that it was a small one, like a weasel that could get under the snow and hit them in the winter domain.
Today as I was turning my massive
compost heap, I was visited by the likely culprit, a tiny extremely fast moving weasel. He spent about ten minutes darting around me, stopping occasionally to have a long look at me in a head tilting manner that seemed to say that he was curious about me. I kept stopping and talking to him, and then he would dive into a tunnel in my equally massive
hay stack that is right beside where I was working and then pop up out of another hole and then run so fast in my peripheral vision that I thought it was a bird in flight. He had no fear of me, probably because I'm the only one around that he has seen, I don't act aggressively around him, and he's so dang fast. Pretty freakin cool. And very welcome.
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."-Margaret Mead "The only thing worse than being blind, is having sight but no vision."-Helen Keller