Country life

Drove from Maulds to Penrith today, and passed what looked like a load of black bags on a farmer's fence. I stopped, and backed up to see what it was. What I saw made me feel sick, but I had to take it and blip it.

This is where the lay-person and the farmer see things so differently. I see moles as cute, furry creatures, they see them as a pest, and I fully understand that they need to be controlled, but do they need to be hung on a fence!

I suppose the pest-controller needs to show that he's done his job, but need it be so public a display?

The smell was awful.

I'll post a happier blip for tomorrow.