Today has dawned bright and the morning air was abnormally warm. Today it is suppose to rise to 55 degrees. When I should be swinging a fly for Winter steelhead or over east perusing a trout stream, I was instead contemplating my yard.
As you may recall, I had a medium size tree blow over awhile back. Each day I have stared at it and thought ‘you need to get out there and clean that up’. The cold weather had been my excuse until this morning. So, I ventured out back with a small chainsaw and observed not only the tree but the handy work of a damn mole!
Years ago, when my yard was truly pristine and well maintained, I met the challenge of the mole. He/she repeatedly tunneled and mounded their way around my yard and each morning, early, I would be out there with sharp shovel and as I waited, eventually the lawn’s surface would move, and move again, upward. With stealth I would approach and lance the little bastard until finally they moved on. For years there were no signs of moles. Until this Winter. Now my front, side and back yard looks terrible with ridges and dips and mounds the indications of the pesky mole’s return.
As may also recall from my recent bout with the Sapsucker, I don’t take kindly to obnoxious, vandals. No, I don’t give a darn about making room for them. Go to the neighbor and share their trees and lawn. So, I see where part of my spring is headed. Before you suggest a mole trap…I recall setting one and having it close up my fingers!
On a more pleasant, soothing note my spring creek in the back yard is rolling along nicely, headed eventually into the Columbia R. It was pleasant to watch and was a nice way to finish my outdoor chores. It did remind me of the obvious: I must wet a line soon!