I spend quite a bit of time in hides, often alone in my own hides. It is monotonous but not necessarily boring. This week I had a rare sight. A (Bank) Vole was foraging close to me. I noticed it and was hoping it would come closer although it barely showed above the vegetation. From the corner of my eye I saw a movement. Then it was all over. A Stoat has caught the Vole. Fortunately It remained around for a few moments before Jays approached and it disappeared into cover.
It all happened so fast I was glad I use my camera almost daily otherwise I would have been so gobsmacked that I wouldn't have taken the shot. I am sad for my late furry friend although realistic that this is how Stoats are and there's nothing we can to prevent it; we just have to admire and wonder at the intricate balance of nature.