Tales of the countryside.

Turns out its a stoat eat mole world.

I had aovely cycle to North Berwick and back in the suns. Lay on the grass for a while soaking up the sun. Thought it best to stay away from sand given I still had 25sweaty miles home to still cycle.
Now I had a somewhat of a Morv brain moment on the way home. Sometimes its hard living in this brain.
Cycling along a quiet east lothian quiet country road I happened upon a scene. A stoat ? (i think but it was very small-not much bigger than the mole) and a mole in the middle of my lane. Awww friends I thought. The stoat ran back under the grass verge. Awww it was sad about its friend the mole being killed on the road i thought. Was sitting like greyfriard bobby too sad to leave. Just like wind in the willows where everyone is friends.
I know. Maybe it was a sugar low.
I stopped to look at mole. He had not been run over. He was intact. But dead. Still warm dead. How did he die here in the middle of the road with no sever injury I wondered?
I know! Maybe it was too much sun.
I lifted mole and put him on the side, i didn't think he needed car squashed. Whilst I spent 5minutes rebooting my phone to take this photo I learned a cruel lesson about nature.
I know, its obvious.
The stoat rustled about under the hedge and reappeared 10yards down the road with another mole in his mouth. I realised he wasn't helping blind moles cross the road. Pah.
The wonderful natural world.
Amazing to see. And what digging shovels mole has!