Oregon’s records for this mole sit in the state’s far southwestern corner, in the oak woodland and chaparral-edged valleys of the Rogue and Umpqua drainages, where the species’ much larger California range just crosses the border. That’s workable, well-drained soil country, not the wetter conifer forest that covers most of the Cascades.
Broad front feet push soil aside as the mole tunnels through loose ground hunting earthworms and other invertebrates, and the same burrow doubles as a trap that catches prey moving through it. Dense fur that can lie in either direction lets the animal back up through a tunnel without snagging its coat, a habit that matters more underground than eyesight ever could.
Records run heaviest in spring and early summer and stay few and scattered year to year, which fits a species whose real stronghold lies farther south in California. That patchiness in the record likely reflects how much workable soil exists in a given spot as much as how often people go looking for it.



