In the first conversation I had with the farmer next door he worked out I was a vegan. The next time he saw me he asked me what my policy on moles would be. "Live and let live" I replied. You know they will come over your place onto mine he complained. Well perhaps they will like it well enough on mine and stay I replied. He muttered something about that our horses would break their legs down a molehill. Interestingly we get on really well now (six years later). Even though I am a mad vegan rewilder he respects that I am at least doing something with the land. I dont plant willows near his boundaries, I fix dry stone walls and I give him the odd bottle of elderberry wine off my fan trained elders. We dont talk about the moles though.
In the first conversation I had with the farmer next door he worked out I was a vegan. The next time he saw me he asked me what my policy on moles would be. "Live and let live" I replied. You know they will come over your place onto mine he complained. Well perhaps they will like it well enough on mine and stay I replied. He muttered something about that our horses would break their legs down a molehill. Interestingly we get on really well now (six years later). Even though I am a mad vegan rewilder he respects that I am at least doing something with the land. I dont plant willows near his boundaries, I fix dry stone walls and I give him the odd bottle of elderberry wine off my fan trained elders. We dont talk about the moles though.
I doubt that very much. A great article though.
What do you doubt, Chris?
The likelihood that he may have been more compassionate to 'vermin' if he'd known of his imminent demise.