Please allow me to set the scene.......
It's 9.50 am - I was rudely awakened from a deep sleep by a set of ladders being hoisted up against my bedroom window sill. Ten minutes to ten and "not up yet" I here you say, "what a lazy so and so"!!! I'm not really lazy - I work nights therefore it's still the middle of the night as far as I'm concerned. As much as my window cleaner and his young grandson (the apprentice) are lovely guys - they do have a tendency to shout across the gardens AT each other and more often than not I get wakened.
I lay there, hoping to drift right back to sleep but that was just not happening. I could just make out the sun's rays through the little gaps in window blinds, I told myself 'it's a lovely day - we've not had many of them so far this year, just get up and enjoy it. You can always have a wee nap later in the day'.
Not being a morning person - all non morning people will know exactly where I'm coming from. Down the stairs I shuffled in my dressing gown and slippers. Finally I made my way into the kitchen - as is usual for me on a sunny day - I sit on the back step and have my caffeine/nicotine fix. I call this step my contemplation step - most of my gardening plans are made here! It's at this point cats usually appear, I give them a whistle to let them know it's snack time, they didn't come - just then the dog made a quick dash up the path to the side of the house. I could here the bells on their collars ringing and as it was rather frantic sounding, my first thoughts - Is it a bird? Is it a mouse? Please don't let it be alive - no live prey - I'm not awake enough yet!
his pussy cat brothers have kindly provided, if only he could get at it.
|A fern lifted right from bed|
|Where did it go Mummy?|
|He's under here yells Titch!|
Enough was enough - I was not going to have my garden ruined by a mole, 2 cats and 1 dog. I should add that my other cat Chip - who can only be described as a scardy cat, was now tucked up in the kitchen eating his biscuit treats! Staying well away from the unfolding drama a few feet away!
|another hole further along the bed|
With the water was pumping down the holes, I imagine the mole was by this time in a right panic, I stopped for a few seconds to see what would happen next......
Right before my very eyes a little hole began appearing, as you can see from the picture above - then low and behold, like a game of peek a boo! His little snout appeared......
|Peek a boo!|
|Where are those pesky cats?|
I don't know who's knickers were in more of a knot, mine, the cats or the dogs. Still attempting to keep the cats and the dog away from the mole, (I had to give up taking pictures by this point) I need to allow him to make his escape. He popped right back down the hole from whence he came, water by this time was gently spraying over the boys - the poor wee thing scuttled around underground for a while, then he resurfaced near the front path - freedom was within his reach. Can he see enough to make out the wide open field just yonder - I hope so, he waddled right out down the path, crossed the road and into the field beyond! Phew!! What a relief! I'm pleased Mr Mole has never returned to the garden, he's probably told every mole in the vicinity that there is a crazy pyjama wearing, water bearing, screaming banshee living here!
Later in the day, once the garden had a chance to dry out a bit - all the plants were firmed back into their spots - you would never have know there was a kerfuffle hours earlier!
Have you ever had a 'Dressing Gown' moment in your garden?
Just how glad am I that most of the neighbours are out at work during the day - I'm sure I would have been the talking point for most of the village if anyone saw me!
I hope my tale made you smile :)