A bit of a first. Cruising along on today's ride when I see something struggling across the road in front of me. It was a mole! The poor critter didn't look happy at all on the hot tarmac and couldn't make up it's mind which way to go. I have had a bit of a soft spot for moles ever since I read the Duncton Wood series of books, so, I took my gloves off and used them to sort of grab the little gentleman in a velvet coat.
He wasn't happy. I could feel his claws raking the gloves and when I went to put him on the ground he was hanging by his teeth! He wasn't going to go with out a fight! Once on the ground he very quickly was under it!