Yesterday the kids and I were waiting for the bus when we saw a mink running along the opposite creek bed, headed back toward the inn. It was fast!
Of course, NB is convinced it was a weasel and not a mink, and my appeals to the New England Field Guide have not won him over. In part this is because it was too far away to determine, for example, if its chin was white.
Michael saw it running in our woods this morning, so hopefully I will see it again.
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