Apologies to any extra sensitive individuals out there! :)
I was going to use the first line of that old magpie nursery rhyme, "One for Sorrow" but although it was sad for the magpie, it was a great catch for an amazing little predator. The magpie's demise probably went a long way to adding to those calories that are so needed for the weasel's survival.
And how did I spot a white weasel in all that snow? Well, it wasn't the weasel I saw first. It was this feathery black & white ball bouncing towards me. Seconds later, I could see a long body attached, trying to make its way through the shrubbery in unique weasel fashion, half running, half bouncing.
And for all those Bald Eagles that have been harassed by magpies as they sat on their perches, there is probably one Bald Eagle out there somewhere, smiling!