Where Are My Teeth?

The Mole In Winter

For at least a week now we'd been wondering what strange bird made those drunkard's-walk tracks around the feeder, and late this afternoon we found out.

Even as you hate the little lawn-destroying vermin with an incandescent ultraviolet passion you have to admire its pluck surviving the winter under the snow and coming out at even the first signs of growing daylight.

I couldn't tell whether the mole was picking up suet bits, thistle seed, or something else entirely in its peregrinations. It would pop out for a while, zigzag about mostly through its existing tracks, and then pop back in its hole.
Strange.

Posted by wallich at February 18, 2004 10:41 PM