The Badger Cull:  Love and Pain – post 1

Last Updated on 21 February 2021 by Badger


I hate the badger cull.

I hate the futility of it, the false science, the false hope it gives to dairy farmers and the absolute cruelty of it.

I hate that DEFRA thinks it is ok to for an animal to take five minutes to die – put your timer on and set it for five minutes and wait. That is not ‘quick’, and the dying certainly won’t be painless.

I hate the disruption it causes to the lives of the ‘lucky’ badgers that miss the bullet.

Badgers are highly social creatures with relationships.

What do they think when a member of the clan does not come home or drags itself back to the sett bleeding out from a bullet wound.

These noble creatures were here long before humans and should be here long after we have gone.  They follow ancient paths and tracks that have been used by generation after generation.  I hate to think that this could no longer be the case.

I hate what the badger cull has done to me.

The woods and countryside have always been my sanctuary, my safe place.  The place I escape to in moments of anguish or to sort out dilemmas in my head.

Years ago when my life was not as it is now, I used the woods to hide in, once from the landlady when the rent was due and once from an abusive boyfriend (long gone!).

Now it feels like a war zone.  As I walk the tracks and paths I know so well, I am constantly searching for signs and thinking – is that a cage in the undergrowth?  Is that a bait point in that field?  Is ‘my’ sett still active?  Is that latrine fresh, and are there peanuts in it?

No more aimlessly wandering down grassy tracks daydreaming.  No more laughing as I take cover under a tree during a downpour and watch the finches squabble as they pick seeds off the trees.

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