Blog from the badger cull front line – post 3

Last Updated on 5 September 2020 by Badger


It’s early morning and I’m about to press the button that will reveal whether the garden badgers are safe or not.   I’m definitely on edge and nervous.   That sinking feeling when you go to get the results of a test from the doctor.   I hesitate, press the button and shut my eyes.   Take a deep breath and open them.

There’s a badger.   And another.   What a relief.   I’ve not had time over the years to identify each individual that comes to my garden and not sure I’ve got the will to do that now.   But at least some of them are still OK and, here’s a fervent hope, maybe all of them.

I had gone out last night further afield to watch over some setts I really love.   There wasn’t a breath of wind and sounds carry for a long way in the dead of night.   Thankfully, I heard nothing amiss.

The sun is bright this morning and the wind is still.   It’s a lovely autumn morning but so many badgers won’t have survived last night’s slaughter.    The youngest or the most naïve badgers are easy targets so the cull operatives have easy pickings in the first two weeks of the cull.

And in my thoughts is a badger called Cecilia.   I had read that she’d been studied for years.   She had a tiny home range and had always tested negative for bTB.   Her name was Cecilia and she was shot dead on day 1 of the North Cornwall badger cull.

The badger cull is a tragedy and a travesty.   Without a single shred of doubt.