This just came to my attention. Barbara Damrosch dishes the dirt about these rodents in A Game of Whack-a-Vole:
No sentiment please. No matter how reverent we gardeners may feel about the web of life there are times when the list of predators must include you.
We’re on the same page, Barbara.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
in Northern Exposure