Out on the Rivendell Round this morning. It is uncannily warm and I dont really like it. We are still in January. In the hedgerow the birds are active. A Blackbird is singing and there are more than a few Robins and Dunnocks busying themselves. Sadly the joy of the day is tainted by some dead moles trapped and killed then hung on barbed wire. I cannot understand this practice. Moles . Those harmless and beautiful creatures butchered. I am reduced to tears pondering what we are doing to the balance of nature. For what ? Do we deserve to live here?