Well, I find evidence of voles in my yard.
Before I realize the damage they can inflict on my young Plumcot tree, I find myself enchanted by their network of secret tunnels. What do they do in there? I imagine the cozy warmth of it. I imagine an entire underground network of secret living.
I do love things that burrow, tunnel, or den. Beavers. Foxes. Rabbits. I love the hidden world they create for sleeping and living in secret. I’m not the only one living and sleeping on the property. I look out to the ever-increasing vole tunnels and consider their underground life.