Christine's walking & birds blog

An afternoon walk brought the usual suspects: I heard a marsh tit and saw a family of treecreepers.

Turning round as I climbed the hill, I caught sight of something brown zip up an oak tree and disappear into a hole.

It was my first stoat here, although I've seen weasels. Having taken a photo I retreated and hid behind a tree. The stoat emerged warily, ran along a branch and was lost in the foliage.

A beautiful creature - but I wonder how many nests it found this summer, how many eggs and young it has taken.