I spent a great evening with @fledglingbirder waiting for a weasel he’d spotted earlier in the day to emerge from its burrow. The sun had dipped below the dunes behind us, its last rays raking across the far end of the field, when the weasel finally made a bounding appearance out of its burrow. I gingerly raised my camera and squeezed off three frames before the weasel disappeared into another seemingly invisible hole in the ground.

Like all the best wildlife photography experiences it was immensely satisfying and also left me wanting more. Opportunities to photograph this fierce and enigmatic little predator are hard to come by, but hopefully it won’t be as long before the next one.