I was driving down a wet country lane the other day,approaching the beautiful little village of Wentnor in the South Shropshire hills near Bishop's Castle.
As I came around a bend I was brought up by a possee of what appeared to be young rodents...about a dozen or so...gamboling about in the rain.
Surprised at their nonchalance with a big noisy diesel motor bearing down on them, I got out and wandered over. Most of them drifted away into the grass but a couple carried on playing in a field gateway.
These were so tame I could bend over and stroke one on the back. The little critter did turn his head and display a fine set of tiny razor like teeth but didn't bite.
Turns out I had stumbled upon a 'Boogle of weasels'...fantastic collective name! as is 'a confusion of weasels'.
You think of these creatures being secretive and loners. Not so it would appear ?
A Boogle of Weasels.......
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