We’ve just found a dead stoat outside. It had a little blood on its neck, so I guess it had been caught and abandoned by a cat. It was only small, clearly one of this year’s young, and its fur was as soft as you could imagine.
We could tell easily that it wasn’t a weasel. After all, they are stoatally different and weasely distinguished. (I know, awful, but I thought I’d save someone the bother).
<rolf>The poor fella didn’t make it</rolf>.
separating the wanted from the unwanted