Realizing I was going to miss the opportunity, I sped up and got out of the car quickly, just in time to get these three shots before it and its meal disappeared in the brush.
Trying to identify the bird is not so easy. It may likely be an immature starling or another immature bird that fell out of a nest. All across the road, the weasel struggled with the size and activity of the bird. By the time it reached this point, all life had gone out of the bird. 'Tis the cycle of life.