The King is Dead … Long Live the King!

A long-tailed weasel on the Pinnacle Peak Trail in the Paradise area of Mount Rainier National Park

I used to think that ladybugs are the cutest predator in the world but I’ve changed my mind — that title belongs to the weasel. I had never seen a weasel before this year and now I’ve seen three long-tailed weasels and finally photographed one. The first two I saw were at Ridgefield (where else?) and I found this impossibly cute fellow at Mount Rainier. Although it’d be less cute if I was a vole and it wrapped its long body around me while delivering the death blow …

After spending most of the day photographing pikas and marmots and ground squirrels on the Pinnacle Peak Trail, I came back up late in the day with my tripod to take advantage of the beautiful evening light. Unfortunately there wasn’t a pika or marmot in sight when I got to my favorite spot, so I sat down for a moment to decide if I should wait a bit or continue on.

I heard a high-pitched trill behind me and when I turned about spotted this weasel high on the hillside, close to where a pika had been foraging earlier. I took a few pictures before it disappeared, it seemed disappointed to find no mammals out and about (apart from me, but I am fierce). I don’t know if the pikas had already sensed the weasel and made themselves scarce, but I figured they weren’t about to come out now in any case so I continued up the trail.

My mammals guidebook has an anecdote about a weasel chasing a pika in a talus field. As the chase wore on and the pika tired, another pika popped up between them and the weasel chased it instead, eventually the weasel itself tired and left to look for easier prey. I don’t know how common such noble gestures are in the pika world, but I’ve often wondered if the squirrels in our yard don’t do something similar.

During the cats outdoor time, there are occasions where a squirrel will sit on the fence or a tree and just give the cats the business. The three of them will sit transfixed below the squirrel and I’ve never understood why it didn’t just continue on its way, but sometimes I’ve noticed that while it has the cats rapt attention, the other squirrels have free reign of the opposite side of the yard to carry large nuts up to their nest.

Whether it’s intentional or not, it is effective as the cats can’t seem to tear themselves away from the scolding squirrel.

What’s All This Then?

A close-up view of the face of a hoary marmot on the Pinnacle Peak Trail in the Paradise area of Mount Rainier National Park

As I watched this hoary marmot, it kept turning and looking up over its shoulder. I could hear something rummaging around up and out-of-sight on the hillside but was surprised to see the marmot paying it so much attention.

The source of the noise was revealed when this pika popped out and ran across the trail with twigs from several different plants in its mouth. It paused briefly before continuing into the talus field to store away its treasure for the winter, then returned to the hillside for more plundering.

Later in the day I discovered their caution was well founded …

An American pika with twigs in its mouth on the Pinnacle Peak Trail in the Paradise area of Mount Rainier National Park

Jealousy

An American pika with twigs in its mouth on the Pinnacle Peak Trail in the Paradise area of Mount Rainier National Park

It’s hard not to be jealous of how well-adapted some animals are to their environment. It was a little humbling to watch these tiny little pikas sprinting across the talus field with plants in their mouths. I don’t think I’d be quite so quick if I had to drag several 12 foot tall trees in my mouth as I ran across a boulder field with rocks as big as a school bus.

Swan Swan Goose

Close-up view of a swan goose's head at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden in Portland, Oregon

This will be my swan (goose) song as I call it a night. The swan goose is not a native to the States and this may even be a domestic version of its wild counterpart, I don’t know much about this species. It probably escaped from its original home somewhere in the area and settled in at the Rhododendron Garden, which has a mix of wild (but fairly tame) ducks and geese as well as some domestic ducks and no shortage of cracked corn being tossed about by children.

This goose was tilting its head back to drink, or maybe it thought it was better than me, it’s hard to be sure about these things.