Dug up a live mole in the garden. After turning over a wad of earth he was just sitting there. The plump little fella played dead, until I tried scooping him up with the spade. Then he burrowed back into the earth. I had never seen a mole in the act of digging before. Moles can burrow into the earth like the Dickens.
Like the Dickens.
I could not concede to killing him, though all what it would have taken was a quick splice with the spade and it would have been lights out for Mr. Mole. Or - since it's a mole - would that be lights on?
This dried leaf,
was a leaf I took from the forest - in order to dry it.
Why? Because when you dry this leaf from the forest it makes a smell.
What does it smell like? I would describe it if I could. But I can't, so I won't.
That's all.
1 comment:
You are a kind man. I don'y kill my moles or chipmunks or rabbits or garden mouses either.
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