Having crept under a log with the "catch of the day", the weasel eventually resurfaced, first without its meal, then with.
At first I thought it had spotted me and kept ducking down to avoid a confrontation but then it dawned on me!
The little snow hill was probably no more than 18 inches to 24 inches in height but for a very short legged weasel it must have been huge, particularly with a mouthful. The popping up and down was its attempt to get enough momentum to get over the top. Trust me, being somewhat short myself, I can relate - trying to reach those drinking glasses from the top shelf is a real pain. :)
Eventually, there was success and the weasel ran off to a better location, hopefully to enjoy a well deserved meal.
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