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Posted by: atowhee | September 19, 2018

THE LONG-TAILED TALE: WEASELDOM AT MALHEUR

Beady Eyes

Beady eyes can be alluring.  At Boca Lake we encountered, enjoyed, interested and followed after a pair of long-tailed weasels. They came and went from their narrow burrow beneath a rabbitbush. They sped about, peered at us over shrubs, cavorted up slope and down, poked their agile feet and olefactory bulb into the business of the sagebrush steppe in which they live.  We large, oafish mammals were of slim interest to them, capturing the steady, unafraid gaze of the two dark, gloss eyes. Mostly they went about the business of the true weasel—sniffing, sighting, sorting, sizing up. Their diet is anything insect, reptile, avian or mammalian their tiny teeth can penetrate.  Their enemies would be the huger, strong badger who might dig them out, requiring a second burrow exit for security…or an occasional very lucky raptor.  Surprising these two would seem almost impossible, so quick and alert and speedy. The lawyer in our group admitted she had worked among many male weasels in her profession, none as fine or admirable as these two.

Photos when I get to faster internet connection.

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  1. Sounds like a good trip under difficult conditions. Five stars for adaptability.
    Would love to be able to photograph those weasels.


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