Mali saw him dancing around playing with something a little differently than usual. We joked that maybe it was a mole. When I saw he actually had something, I guessed a bird, and ran out to deal with it. Seeing the mole was a relief (not a bird) and brought great joy (it's a mole!).
Then the mole moved.
I scooped him into a bucket. He was dazed and slightly damaged. Mali quickly named him Martin, which prevented us from killing him. Instead we took him a couple miles away and Andrew let him go in a large field far from any houses. He was actually cute, in a very weird way.
Susy carefully reached into the bucket to pet him, and announced he was Very Soft. Her new business plan involves breeding them for fur coats. Because they're soft - and they're waterproof. Mali laughed hysterically at that. Susy said they must be waterproof, since he wasn't dirty at all, even after crawling through tunnels. Here's a photo of him on our outdoor table - the spots on him are from the pollen that is coating the table.
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