As I was driving down the road yesterday, I spotted this furry little mole snuffling around on someone's lawn. Of course, I slammed on my brakes and jumped out to snap a few shots - he stopped for a moment to work out whether I was dangerous, and then, evidently deciding that I wasn't, happily went on with what he was doing.

I'm sure the owner of the garden wasn't quite as pleased as I was though - when I drove past on my way back about 7 minutes later, the mole had disappeared underground, and in his place on the lawn was a lovely large pile of soil. :)