Half past three in the morning and woken up from a fairly deep sleep to what I now know is a pine marten wanting to get back into the loft. Made sure Dougal was not involved and went out to see what I could do. Turns out it went really quiet and it was still dusk with the moon falling behind Raasay. Did not want to stamp about looking from the wee one. Noticed back towards the house, the mother was watching me from the ridge of the window. Took a couple of bad photos of the moon before going back for some more sleep. First thing I heard this morning was the little one calling and nipped down to see a very cute young pine marten on the porch window sill. Tried to climb the wall when it saw me but fell off. Very little resistance when picked up, probably exhausted from the traumatic night out. After a brief visit to the school
and a wee photo set it was back in to the loft, a little tamer and definitely relieved.