Last Updated on 15 September 2020 by Badger
BLOG FROM THE BADGER CULL FRONT LINE – FRIDAY 11 SEPTEMBER 2020
There are five setts within a shortish walking distance from my house. Three can be checked in just under an hour whilst the other two are in different directions from each other and take thirty minutes each. So, in just under two hours, I can monitor all of them.
And there’s a hidden benefit to this work. Without disturbing them, I can spot changes in the setts that vary from the minute to the massive.
Sometimes, there’s the trace of a bedding roll at an entrance. Sometimes, like a beacon, there’s a new and dramatic spoil heap. Luckily, all the setts are tucked away and I can vary my routes so I don’t leave a trail behind me. The last thing I want is to draw attention to them.
It’s also getting me out of the house more often than I would normally. Late this afternoon, I watched a family of long-tailed tits hopping from bramble to fence post and back again. The constant cheery, busy calls between them would lift any gloomy spirit.
And today, for some reason, my spirits are high. This morning I found the badgers had been busy digging in the garden. It’s such fun that they can find so much food here and I wonder why some people are so protective of their gardens.
Who wouldn’t want a garden brimming with life and activity? Why are so many people obsessed with control and neatness? It’s a fear of the wild that mystifies me. Who wouldn’t want a tangle of briar and bramble full of long tailed tits?
Who wouldn’t want badgers digging in their garden? And a mass of ivy within which butterflies can hibernate?
Answers on a tiny, tiny postcard, please!