A wet and wild weasel got me jumping on Saturday. I was amazed to see one in the garden. Three times it zipped up and down a path, and away again. The creature was soaked, it was raining and blowing a gale.
Mad for nature as I am, I couldn’t resist running outside, with even the ridiculously tiny chance of seeing this mad mammal again. More than a glimpse is a rare treat. But it hadn’t gone far – it was running back and forth across the road, just outside my place. I froze still against the garage wall and let the weasel get on with whizzing along what I think must be a series of short patrol lines.
Absorbed by its frenzy, the weasel was only slightly distracted when it noticed me, as it ran nearby under my garage door, out again within a second, and then disappeared along a fence line. View my Berkshire Autumnwatch gallery.
Words and pictures © Jason Ball