I just joined my husband for a walk around the edge of our property to pick blackberries around the field perimeter, and we heard something. I thought it might be a frog peeping and walked over to investigate.
No, it was a weasel with a mouse. Very persistent. I was almost on top of it when it leaped into the air, dropped the squeaking mouse and fled with a bound. The poor mousie was not in good shape; I feel badly for both the suffering mouse and the weasel's lost meal.
Disturbing, but life is clear and simple in predation I guess.