by James Alexander-Sinclair
[...] the appearance of a sort of open cast mine in the middle of one of my borders really didn't matter that much.
You might remember my blog a few months back, in which I described the appearance of a mole in my garden. The garden is situated in an old farmyard, surrounded on all four sides by buildings. The offending mole is now racing all over the place, trying to find its way out.
Generally we find this situation quite amusing as the mole isn't doing much harm and we have got some quite good potting compost from the molehills. However, our dogs have taken this invasion very seriously and have decided to take matters into their own hands. We went out the other morning to discover both of them upended in the flower bed digging an enormous hole in an effort to chase down the offending mole. Sadly, though charming, they're not terribly good at either physics or geography and began their excavations so far up the slope that we worked out that they would have to tunnel down about five feet before getting within a sniff of the mole. The mole still thrives. The dogs had to be bathed.
Anyway, the appearance of a sort of open cast mine in the middle of one of my borders really didn't matter that much. Had they done it in June then I would be spitting nails and weeping bitter tears, but in early December? Who cares? Most of the herbaceous stuff has died back, the bulbs haven't started and they had a fabulous morning.
All I need to do is fill in the holes, fork over the compacted soil and wait. However, it is probable that there are many better ways of deterring moles rather than allowing two Tibetan terriers to do the job.
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