I saw movement out of the corner of my eye this afternoon. Over there. By the boats. A little white thing zipping around the trees, back and forth to the building, boats and trees.
Of course when I went to find someone to help me identify it, it was nowhere to be seen.
Say hello to an ermine, also known as a stout, or a weasel, in its winter coat.
A similar thing happened when I had my very first car and lived home with Dad. The car would make a noise, or do something weird, and when I had my Dad check it out for me (since he was a mechanic after all, and rebuilt an Austin Healy that was just a really sweet ride); Dad would always tell me it was the loose screw behind the wheel. Sometimes it was the nut behind the wheel.
I was pretty slow back then.
It was a few times before I realized he was talking about me.