Molehill. — Hive

At the very edge of the swamps rose the molehill, the home of the old mole, whom no one liked.

The mole resigned himself to the fact that everyone saw him as an enemy and tried to settle accounts with him.

Someone tried to scare him away, someone tried to catch him, everyone was afraid for their gardens and crops, which this mole, a terrible villain, could spoil.

This is how a modern fairy tale can begin about people who seized the lands of dried-up swamps for their gardens and about a little mole.

But, sometimes, fairy tales have an unforeseen ending, which will show that the evil that people saw in this fluffy, black animal, in fact, was good, compared to what will befall them in the future, or rather, already in the present.

I live near these swamps and they are the closest place where I can see wildlife.

In the marshes and on the hills surrounding them, there was a lot of interesting vegetation, along the stream draining the marshes, old willows and other trees grew.

It was a place where silence reigned, and only a pheasant or a partridge, frightened of me and flying up into the air with noise, could disturb this peace.

I made big plans for this spring, I wanted to take interesting series of photographs about the life of the swamps, but it was not meant to be.

Some time ago, I began to hear a strange noise that came from the side of the swamps both day and night.

I went there and saw construction equipment leveling construction sites, laying foundations and turning the hills into sand pits.

Some entrepreneur bought the lands of these swamps from the state and decided to build an entertainment and shopping center.

Someone considered it more important than a unique biotope with unique life forms.

Quite, recently, life was in full swing here, now, it really looks like a desert.

Moreover, numerous trees that drank most of the waters of these peatlands were uprooted and the marshes began to return.

I made an attempt to go there, but my shoes immediately turned into huge clods of mud, fell deep into the ground and I had to abandon this idea.

The stream, which drained the swamps, silted up, and around it huge heaps of soil began to rise, very similar to molehills, but man-made.

I think that those people who fought moles in their gardens would gladly return the time when the mole spoiled their garden a little, but this cannot be returned.

Photos taken with a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300 camera
I edited a photo in the program PhotoDirector, which I also installed on my smartphone.

Author @barski.
Ukraine.

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mnurhiver (74) 2 years ago

What a beautiful place my friend

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rarej (69) 2 years ago

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Man strikes again!

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barski (76) 2 years ago

Maybe, but I think the bottom line is that people don't know what the lesser evil is for them until they see the real evil.)
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Indeed, seeing things can have a dramatic impact on perspective.

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misterengagement (57) 2 years ago

There has already been too much ENGAGE today.

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