A pruned section of grape vines on a frosty morning.
On Monday morning I was out back emptying the ash bucket when I noticed some movement on the ground. At first I thought it was a bird, but then realized it was too small. And it was moving through the grass very un-bird like. I stood completely still and watched as it meandered toward me. Then I saw it plainly and, at that very moment, it disappeared into a hole in the lawn. A mole! I had never seen a live mole on the ground before.