Moles, we are inundated with moles, or more visibly at least, mole hills,
I think the friendly farmer may be sending his mole man; I’ve written about moles before.
With powerful, stubby front legs front legs and massive paws, the moles have been powering through the field. The spoil heap they leave behind are like miniature archeological digs every one it seems, contains shards of pottery.
The past generations that have lived here might have been a tad clumsy or had fiery tempers, but one things for sure they broke a lot of crockery. From the top of the field near the house, to the bottom it emerges.
All the domestic waste would have been thrown in a miden, this is what remains.
We may be digging some substantial trenches in the near future, I’m wondering what we might unearth.
It would be easy to become obsessed in getting rid of moles