What’s going on out on the land?
Trailing a Fisher at Old Baldy
We had just crossed over from the thick White Cedar forest into a little more spacious deciduous forest, when, in a very unassuming tone, a friend called us over to check out some tracks. I don’t know if he realized at first how cool the trail he had just found was, but as we stepped off of the path and looked down at the tracks everyone leaned in a little closer, and our voices started to ring with a little more excitement. Our colleague had found a Fisher trail.
Which Weasel Was It?
A few years ago, one of my former students called me over to the fire pit to show me something his cat caught. I love it when the kids bring in dead animals because it gives us time to really study them in a way that we wouldn’t otherwise get the chance to. I came over and was totally surprised. A weasel!