Recently there was a least weasel, the smallest of the weasel family and only about seven inches long, was running around the swimming pool very anxiously. When we looked into the water we discovered six baby weasels, each about three inches long, “weasel-paddling” and barely afloat. Justin Howe, the Ranch manager, got the pool net and began scooping them out one at a time. As he set the bedraggled baby on the pool deck the mama ran over, chased him briefly and then snatched the baby up, putting it behind one of the whiskey barrel planters then watching as Justin retrieved another. Each time she fearlessly chased him briefly and snatched the babies by their neck skin, carrying them away to safety, one behind each of the whiskey barrels. Once all were out, and she seemed to be counting because she kept up her frantic chasing until all six were saved, she then turned to her goal of chasing Justin away. She wasn’t aggressive but did run at him, coming within two feet and ignoring it when Justin stamped his feet to chase her back. He quietly backed away and re-hung the net then went into the dining room to watch as she retrieved the babies and carried them off to safety.Â Mother love had kept her chasing an animal easily a thousand times her own weight and size. What bravery!