Finally, the mystery is revealed and the mischief maker uncovered. Who’s been eating my flowers? Not a snail, Blackbird and Thrush take care of that. Pigeon or Pheasant? No, I don’t think so. In the darkness he comes dismantling Hollyhocks and Californian Poppies, carefully laying his bounty behind the slate pile. Small, brown, cute, yep, the voles make play in the garden…. Making their beds where they can, In hedge footings, under the plastic preparing for new hedges or any little sheltered spot.