Half way marked by a weasel visit
Nov. 13th, 2006 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altivoYay, progress. Just passed the halfway mark two days early. That's the minimum lead I said I would need before MFF. Looking good for a strong finish, I hope.
NaNoWriMo progress: Footprints in the storm's aftermath
Newest installment is here.
In other news, there isn't a lot of other news. Gloom, drizzle, but at least not too cold.
We saw what we think was a least weasel outside the window of the staff kitchen at work this afternoon. Janet called me and asked what would look like a furry hot dog running around in the weeds and kind of hunching when it moved. My first thought was that she was seeing a meadow vole, of which we have great numbers, and when I went to look, at first I was sure that was it. She went and looked up pictures of voles and insisted that no, it was something else. Then I saw the critter run across the brick walk and sure enough, it was too long in the body for a vole, and had a definitely weaselish hunch in its back as it ran. Checking various references, it appears that the least weasel is a possibility. We are far enough north, and they do actually run that small. This one was probably seven inches, not counting the tail, with gray brown fur on its back and white underneath. It certainly moved in a weasel-like manner. We put some popcorn and some dry cat kibble out on the step to see if it would come back, but neither of us saw it again before it got too dark out to watch.
Oh, and PS: My missing jacket arrived, done up beautifully in a box like a mail order package, on today's delivery van.
NaNoWriMo progress: Footprints in the storm's aftermath
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25,040 / 50,000 (50.1%) |
Newest installment is here.
In other news, there isn't a lot of other news. Gloom, drizzle, but at least not too cold.
We saw what we think was a least weasel outside the window of the staff kitchen at work this afternoon. Janet called me and asked what would look like a furry hot dog running around in the weeds and kind of hunching when it moved. My first thought was that she was seeing a meadow vole, of which we have great numbers, and when I went to look, at first I was sure that was it. She went and looked up pictures of voles and insisted that no, it was something else. Then I saw the critter run across the brick walk and sure enough, it was too long in the body for a vole, and had a definitely weaselish hunch in its back as it ran. Checking various references, it appears that the least weasel is a possibility. We are far enough north, and they do actually run that small. This one was probably seven inches, not counting the tail, with gray brown fur on its back and white underneath. It certainly moved in a weasel-like manner. We put some popcorn and some dry cat kibble out on the step to see if it would come back, but neither of us saw it again before it got too dark out to watch.
Oh, and PS: My missing jacket arrived, done up beautifully in a box like a mail order package, on today's delivery van.
