While I sat enjoying the first real sunshine of the day, I spotted a pine marten among the boulders behind me. It kept diving under the rocks then reappearing for another look so while it was underground I scuttled over to a closer vantage point. For about ten minutes the marten kept popping up behind first one boulder then another, apparently trying to figure out what I was. Each time it appeared it made a low worried growl, something like "mmrrrrr". Terminally cute.

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