Just over a week ago, the three of us were going with Katie, a friend from London, along the back lane from Shapwick to Ashcott. I was focusing on Joshua so, if Katie hadn’t exclaimed, would have completely missed an unusual sight: a mole sprinting – as much as a mole can sprint – along the side of the lane. It crossed over and dived into a roadside ditch, just before a van drove past.
For once I managed to think quickly enough and realised that my iPhone was the best chance I had of recording the event.
My delight at seeing a live mole for the first time in my life was tempered by the realisation that its running along the road – as opposed to going along a deep tunnel underground – was almost certainly a reaction to the drought.
Anecdotal evidence indicates that this is happening quite widely. On the Mammal Society’s Facebook page one member (“Bog Myrtle”) reported having come across four dead moles in her travels in West Dorset, and another came across two near Bristol – in both cases, in places where previously they hadn’t encountered any. A local Somerset photographer recently obtained a shot of a fox with a mole in its mouth. It’s not possible to quantify such anecdotal evidence but it does suggest that many moles are suffering badly because of the drought.
I tried a little Internet research but couldn’t get much further than rather general statements. I read that in drought moles are known to head above ground in search of water. I also read that they go down to their deepest burrows, to find worms which have responded to drought by digging deeper. This is a little contradictory and I’m left with a feeling that there’s some guesswork going on.
Seeing this particular mole has prompted me to ask some obvious questions. What if the drought is so long that the worms descend below a mole’s deepest burrows? And what if the ground is so dry and hard that a mole can’t excavate any deeper? Would that not impel a mole in desperation to head in the opposite direction, up out of its network of burrows to find somewhere – anywhere – with food? Even if that meant sprinting along tarmac? And, more importantly, once it does that – what are its chances of survival?
I could easily have missed it, but I haven’t found evidence of research about the effect of drought on moles. This region could present a good one to study because there’s an interesting contrast between the dry Polden Hills, where this mole was running, and the marshy fields a mile away in the Levels, which remain moist not far below the surface. The weather conditions would be almost identical. Maybe this could be a potential project for a field biologist?!
On a more cheerful note, Jen and I encountered a little owl near Moorlinch a few weeks back. I chanced upon it again a couple of weeks later and, as I happened to have a camera with me, stopped to photograph it. As these were my first decent photographs of an owl, I was well pleased. Nevertheless, I decided that it was worth trying for better photos… so a week later I obtained a pass out from Jen 🙂 and headed back to the Moorlinch area. I did a couple of circuits of the area, and drew a blank. Then I noticed a familiar shape on the top of a small barn, and gradually approached closer. It was a very obliging bird as by the end I’m sure it saw me directly, but didn’t fly off.