Thanks to Scott’s cousin Alex in England for this:
“Thought Scott might be interested in this weird thing I saw yesterday when out collecting bins.
I’d not seen this done for years and why it’s done is beyond me.
They’re moles strung up on a barbed wire fence. Must be a strange Cheshire farmers custom.”
Has anyone seen such a thing before? Do you know why it is done? Or is this just a one-off?
I’m meeting Karen in town for a coffee at the bakery in 45 minutes, which means I have to wash and dress and be out of the house in half an hour. I think I can do it. Hee! I had to get up and take a pill at 3 a.m., which meant sleeping later than usual. But I thank the heavens for those pills. Having them means I finally slept well last night, that I felt great when I awoke, and could sit on the step with my coffee and curse the dog for the things she’s chewed and dragged up since yesterday and watch the birds on the dugout and be grateful to be exactly where I am.