We have become ashamed of death and too squeamish in our dealings with natureThey look like something you might see in the window of a restaurant in Chinatown: exiguous brown, withered-up parcels of skin and bone. arrive closer and you see their customary-man hands and their no-longer-snuffling noses. They are dead moles. Each one hung from the barbs on the barbed-wire fence near my farmhouse. I killed them by catching them in traps. Related: Countryfile turns to 'hard core' issues after claims it is squeamish on rural life Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com