I’ve mentioned before what a prolific hunter our cat Ebby is. He has brought home countless mice and voles, rats, jackdaws, magpies, smaller birds, moles and squirrels. I mind about the birds.. as they are mostly not a pest to me, but luckily he mostly sticks to small rodents. I mind when he eats them noisily( although it better than a wasted life). I mind even more that he often releases the animals alive in the house! Himself has become particularly good at catching live mice.
So it was with limited surprise that himself interupted home ed (we watching Simon Schama’s ‘A history of Britain’, )to inform us there was a live mole burrowing under the paper bags in the hallway. Of course, moles are a pest, in our fields garden and veg plots, and so the right thing to do would be knock him on the head, but we are softies.. and he was a nice little thing, so released him on the other side of the stream (don’t tell the neighbours)
It’s not easy to kill something that has fur on, is it? I’m a right softie… can’t even kill a mouse.
I know.. we’re far too soft