At first we thought it was a stampede of wildebeest in the attic, with the loud, chaotic thumping and stamping, but the space is only about 5 inches high between the wood plank ceiling and the tile roof. "The weasels, zey are in rutt Madame, and zey are protected. We can only trap and move them, and zey are too many." So at dusk they begin their wild chase and dance and squeal their amours until dawn. We fall asleep and sometimes they waken us as they noisily tryst right above our heads. It is Spring in the Perigord.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
The Weasel Waltz
At first we thought it was a stampede of wildebeest in the attic, with the loud, chaotic thumping and stamping, but the space is only about 5 inches high between the wood plank ceiling and the tile roof. "The weasels, zey are in rutt Madame, and zey are protected. We can only trap and move them, and zey are too many." So at dusk they begin their wild chase and dance and squeal their amours until dawn. We fall asleep and sometimes they waken us as they noisily tryst right above our heads. It is Spring in the Perigord.
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