Last Updated on 9 September 2020 by Badger
BLOG FROM THE BADGER CULL FRONT LINE – SATURDAY 5 SEPTEMBER 2020
Fallen, mossy tree trunks worn smooth by fat-tummied badgers climbing up and over. An elfin forest of moss.
A sett entrance catching the last of the sun’s rays. Nothing untoward found, thank goodness.
Garden badgers last night left some peanuts for the foxes so if only the badger cull wasn’t happening, it would be such a grand evening. But, as the sun sinks, so does my heart.