When 'Diggers' failed to produce the goods in our battle against the short sighted beasties, we took the matter into our own hands.
We tried setting the traps at various points of the garden, but to no avail. On our next visit, we tried a new strategy of deterrent, and bought an ultra-high frequency spike, which was supposed to blast them out with white noise. However, when we returned one month later it was worse than ever.
I had a chat with our neighbour Thiery, a sheep farmer who knows all. When I showed him the spike he said ' Pour le taupe, c'est comme le musique' ( it's like music to the moles) and he then proceeded to disco dance in our garden, by way of a demonstration. He then explained how moles are normally active between 7 and 8 am, noon till one and 5 till 6 at night ( although I'm not sure what they do when the clocks go back) .
When we returned a few months later in the new year, the moles had mysteriously gone. We thought perhaps they were hibernating, or gone on holiday, but either way, they were gone!
The next day, the mystery was solved. Thiery popped over and told us what had actually happened. When he had a bit of time on his hands, when his sheep were penned up for the winter, he had sat in our garden with his shotgun, waited for a molehill to start, and then blasted it!
We tried setting the traps at various points of the garden, but to no avail. On our next visit, we tried a new strategy of deterrent, and bought an ultra-high frequency spike, which was supposed to blast them out with white noise. However, when we returned one month later it was worse than ever.
I had a chat with our neighbour Thiery, a sheep farmer who knows all. When I showed him the spike he said ' Pour le taupe, c'est comme le musique' ( it's like music to the moles) and he then proceeded to disco dance in our garden, by way of a demonstration. He then explained how moles are normally active between 7 and 8 am, noon till one and 5 till 6 at night ( although I'm not sure what they do when the clocks go back) .
When we returned a few months later in the new year, the moles had mysteriously gone. We thought perhaps they were hibernating, or gone on holiday, but either way, they were gone!
The next day, the mystery was solved. Thiery popped over and told us what had actually happened. When he had a bit of time on his hands, when his sheep were penned up for the winter, he had sat in our garden with his shotgun, waited for a molehill to start, and then blasted it!
If in doubt, Nuke 'em!
This kept them under control for a while, but this year they have returned "DIG HARD WITH A VENGANCE"!
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