The mole intervenes to save his tunneling human from being brained by a shovel.
The Scottish Word:


I see ye wee moudie wavin a gowan at me.

Ahn I hear you too, (bit unco that).

Whit’s that yer saying? He’s saving a moose that wiz stuck doon yin o yer tunnels.

Jist as well ye waved yer flooer then, ah wiz jist aboot tae mince him wi ma shovel thinking he wiz a revenant comin tae dae us aw in.

He’ll be fine noo, dinni worry.


gowan: the daisy, any daisy type flower.

I see you small mole waving a daisy at me.

And I hear you too, (that’s unusual).

What’s that you say? He is saving a mouse that was stuck down one of your tunnels.

Just as well you waved your flower then, I was just about to render him inoperable with my shovel believing that he was a zombie coming to do us harm.

He’ll be OK now, do not worry.


On our dog walk Max the terrier loves to dig up mole hills and de-roof the tunnels mouthful by mouthful. I don’t let him indulge. The damage is easily repairable for a mole. And they’re too quick (underground) to be caught.

Max only digs if there is a mole at home. The freshness of the earth on the hill seems less important than what his nose tells him. The buried nose and a sniff is the decider. The act of mole hill digging is definitely nose led.

We once found a mole traveling on the surface. Max was on his lead. I let him smell it over as it muscled along. It was in no danger unless it moved suddenly – or squeaked. These are the triggers for violent death to erupt from a terrier. It ignored us.

Moles and mole hills are not so common now as I remember from when I was a child. My mates dad was a mole catcher back then.

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