This time of year the voles are coming in all shapes and sizes, from the tiny dark brown fuzzy babies to the large, greyer, shaggy adults. In the fourth picture down is a fairly moth-eaten vole, possibly a worn-out mother. She spent some time very closely examining a latrine, to the point where I almost wondered if she was ingesting pellets as my guinea pigs do. But it was hard to tell exactly what was going on. The youngsters remain wary of the grown ups and nervous generally, though I did have two come up to my wellington boots and have a bit of a scrap.
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