Our time with the Pine Martens consisted of lots of peek-a-boo. Since Pine Martens are a member of the weasel family, the old nursery rhyme “Pop, goes the weasel” came to my mind although I didn’t see either a cobbler’s bench or a monkey. They would disappear into the pine trees then peek out at us. Or they would scurry up the conveniently placed pine branch propped against the dumpster behind the gas station to the roof, hiding behind the mountain of snow on top, then peeking over it to survey the situation. After spending a short time with this Pine Marten, it didn’t seem to me to exhibit any of the derogatory meanings of the word “weasel.” I think that Pine Martens are pretty darn cute even though they are a member of the weasel family.