![]() ![]() But one year the warm weather and the birds arrived a month early. Since dancing is ridiculous without music, the weasels’ dance season didn’t usually start till May, when the songbirds fly in from the south. These pines are forever shedding their needles, and the needles make the ground an excellent dance floor: slick as can be, perfect for sliding and gliding. And tucked away in the middle of the scrub oaks there remains a fine old stand of pines. Still, the Wainscott woods haven’t disappeared completely. The woods have shrunk, too, for the same reason. But thanks to what human beings call “development,” the farms have been shrinking, their fields gobbled up by summer houses. A few farms, some woods, and the beach-that was it. Wainscott used to be about the sleepiest spot on the South Fork of Long Island. During the winter these lucky creatures take a lot of long naps. ![]() In Wainscott, weasels are blessed with free time. Most weasels have to devote nearly all their waking hours to hunting-but not in Wainscott. ![]()
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