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Subterranean Love In A Monochrome World
A tale of winter
Nature’s tinsel crunched beneath my feet as I walked the fields this morning. Grass, coated in winter glory stretched as far as the camera lens could see. Magnificent when the sun shines, alas, this morning it didn’t.
However, looking across the field amongst the hoary grass blades, I saw a sign of spring. Moving soil?
Moles lead a celibate life for most of the year, with males and females living in different subterranean worlds. However, during the darkest days of winter, things change. Thoughts of love drive the boys in search of the girls.
Males have been known to move great distances over ground to reach female territory. Often, frantic digging takes place as the urge to mate takes control. This accounts for molehills appearing in greater numbers at this time of year. The young will be born in March/April.
Monochrome winter days produce art forms of great beauty. Toes and fingertips don't have much fun on mornings like this, but the sights make the pain worth it.
We may be yearning for sunshine now, but the remembered greyness of winter will make the flowers look so much brighter in the spring.
Thank you for reading.
Bernard Ray
