Someone mows a wide swath of the tall grass between the piney woods (left) and this vineyard parcel (right).
Bert surprised us yesterday afternoon with a mole. He rarely catches moles (this may be his third in eight or nine years) and he doesn't even attempt to eat them. I read that cats don't like to eat moles. They must taste bad or something. I hope he got this one from our back yard. They're not very active right now, however. I think that the dry summer has driven them down toward the stream beds where the ground is more damp and there's more food to be had.