Whatever happened to Mr Mole?

I went on a walk to the lovely church at Patrishow today with my Bristol walking friends, and might well have posted a shot of one of the dragons on the mediaeval rood screen there, except that then we encountered this fellow.

While it's not my best ever photo, I think you can tell it's a mole. A, who used to be a vet, thought he (the mole) was not right because "moles never come above ground". He certainly wasn't corkscrewing into the earth in the way you might have expected, rather poking a little pathetically at the cow dung in which he found himself. Did a cow dump on his hole? Sorry, I realise this is no laughing matter.

Anyone have any ideas?