Stoat in the sea of boulders

Sea of Boulders

The route back from Portbury Wharf salt marsh takes me through the new Marina. It is a thriving area, for people at least, with posh apartments overlooking the estuary. Next to the path is a sea of boulders, piled three high in places. This hard landscaping is no place for wildlife, or is it?

As I walked past the boulders a scribbled, ribbon of fur darted out in front of me. In an instant it had run back into a tiny crevice.  It was such a fleeting glimpse that I wasn’t sure what I had seen. Was it a stoat or was it a weasel?

It was small but was it weasel small? Had I seen a black-tipped stoat-like tail? I hadn’t noticed one.  Thirty seconds later a head poked out from between the boulders. It was a grand sight though still its tell-tale tail was not visible.

Perhaps I can never be sure what I had seen. Though now I walk a bit slower as I pass the sea of boulders just in case . . .

 

 

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