WILD CREATURES OF GARDEN AND HEDGEROW 



It being more than difficult to keep the mole 

 supplied with all the worms it needed, I tried 

 it with other foods. Tiny bits of meat were 

 tasted, but it was evident he did not like such 

 fare. A chicken's head with the feathers on 

 had more effect, for it roused him to fury. 

 I held it over his nest in which he was asleep. 

 He woke up at once, his pink nose appeared 

 above the leaves sniffing its scent, and then he 

 slipped out of the nest, heaving up the soil, 

 and reappearing near the edge of the cage, 

 where he sniffed again. The feathery thing 

 was just above him. His momentary fright 

 changed to fury, he sprang into the air, grabbed 

 and worried the head, hanging on to it with 

 a determination it is impossible to describe. 

 His savageness must have been seen to be 

 realised, and in the end he had to be pulled 

 off by main force ! Another time my brother 

 held a dead mole near the tame one, touching 

 him lightly on the tail with it ; round he spun, 

 grabbing the corpse before it could be snatched 

 away, shaking and worrying it like a fury, and 

 evidently very wroth with what he probably 

 regarded as an insult from a foe. Again it was 

 quite a trouble to pull him off, and when 

 dropped back into the cage he simply raced 



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