SUNDAY MORNING CAME with slices of blue sky spiked by bright sunshine. It was almost 11 a.m. by the time we got home from our long morning hike.
I noticed a neighbour peeking under parked cars. I assumed she was trying to locate a runaway cat. Instead, she asked if what she was seeing was a ferret. The small, long-bodied creature was all white with a black-tipped tail and moving very swiftly.
I suggested ermine because I got to see a few when we visited our friends in Alberta who have had ermines living in their shed for years. Plus, stoats have always been some of my youngest favourite critters.
The little white animal stopped and stood on its hind legs. It stared at us and then scampered away.