I have been totally fascinated by watching a Weasel that lives here. Two days in a row he kept popping out of a spot near one corral where Frank was dropping in a hay bale. I checked the spot but could find no den.   I was looking for weasel on the third day, but he did not appear. Then I looked at the bobcat skid steer and who’s head do I see in a small hole in the side ? Weasel !  He was riding in the Bobcat doing chores. Patrick got his photo while he was here.