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Mustela nivalis

The air can still be cold, bitterly cold. Yet spring has come early, the sun relentlessly bright, day after day, awakening the song thrush that streams melodious, looping streams of sound outside my bedroom window. 427 more words


Why be shaped like a snake? (Also, weasels)

Here’s a puzzle: you’ve gone to all the bother to evolve fins, then limbs, and then even limbs with all these complicated joints and toes and whatnot—and then you lose them. 989 more words