Life on the farm is quiet. Until it isn’t. More often than not, it's the smallest visitors who stir the greatest commotion.

Angry barking, the dogs standing furious at the kitchen door - they’d spotted a stranger in the garden. We crept to the glass to see the object of their ire - a stoat, a newcomer to the flower beds. Over the years we’ve glimpsed a weasel disappearing into a hedge or a stoat crossing the yard, but never so close to the house.