Blog from the badger cull front line – post 10

Last Updated on 10 September 2020 by Badger


There were no badgers on the trail cameras this morning.

And no evidence of badgers in the garden.   But that was my fault.

Other non-badger related things briefly overwhelmed me and I didn’t get home ’til well after midnight.

I couldn’t set the cameras and there was no point in putting food out.   What an awful feeling, though.   To let them down and to spend the whole of today wondering what happened to them.   Did they trundle round looking for their snack or briefly come and go?

What happened to them on their way here and back? It won’t happen again, I promise.   But what if I don’t have another chance?

I needed to get out and go somewhere totally different.   I decided to check setts in the next-door parish so finished my work as quickly as possible.

Generally, I find any tension dissipates during walking and the sense of doom lifts.   And today, thankfully, as the grey skies eventually cleared and the air grew warm, was no different.

I was lucky enough amongst the swathes of lifeless rye grass to find an unmanaged pasture field with a wide edge thick with powder-blue devil’s bit scabious, hawthorn trees full of fruit the colour of bright, spilt blood and a beautiful sett unknown to me that looked untouched and unmolested by human hand.  Long may it last that way.

And I’m back extra early to ensure the cameras are ready and the food is waiting.

Tomorrow, as they say, is another day.