With the exception of this mole the codger has little to show in the way of natural history.
The reason is that we were in Italy for three weeks, where camera trapping rarely crossed my mind.
But I am getting back into the daily routine of walking the flume and recording natural history.
Thus the partially eaten broad-handed mole.
I thought it was newsworthy, since mammalian predators, unlike raptors, often lose their appetite when they discover that their prey is an unpalatable shrew or mole.
The killer of this mole was hungry enough to make a meal of it. Usually I find the bitten but uneaten carcass.
I found it the other day, put it in my shirt pocket, and deposited it discreetly in my office.
The redhead managed to find it of course, and I was compelled to photograph it sooner than I had planned.
The flume was practically dry when we left on May 1, which means that PG&E had cut off the water from Butte Creek and the Feather River for maintenance.
They dredged it, and when I got home I found it racing at a pace I have never seen before.
A few days later I watched a limp Bambi tumble surrealistically under the surface, a casualty of misadventure.
So I'm getting back in my groove, and next week you'll see some pictures of urban Italian wildlife.