Today I decided to have my lunch looking out into the garden. Suddenly a weasel emerged from the undergrowth only a couple of metres from me and crossed our small patio. She held her head high as she was carrying a dead mouse, as cats carry a kitten, in her mouth.
We do occasionally see weasels in the garden, going along the hedge bottom or elsewhere, but I have not noticed one for several years past and think, like many creatures, they must be getting rarer.
Maybe the mouse was her lunch, but as she was carrying it elsewhere, I like to hope she has a family somewhere in our garden.