The wildlife count today has been as follows:
three hares (two about to start boxing or just finishing and shaking hands I wasn’t quite sure)
a million and three pheasants
and a sweet sweet little fellow who stuck his head around the open door of my workshop and seemed very surprised to see me there, ever so beautiful he was, long and slim with short legs and a long tail and with a white chin and chest. I should have been able to tell what it was because of course weasels are weasily recognised and stoats are stoatally different.