As I led Larry into the arena on Tuesday, I saw a small dark spot in the sand – then it moved. I walked closer (this is why my camera is almost always slung around my neck), and saw it was a mole.
It didn't act well. I got a manure fork from the barn and gently moved it into the grassy strip between arena and barn, where it promptly headed into the leaf litter – then it stopped. It was still there at the end of my ride, motionless in death.
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They are so cool - I love their "hands" and their squinty, unseen eyes. Their fur is incredibly soft. To have it come out during the day was a good indicator that it wasn't well. RIP little digger...
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