The lane at 3.30am
I was up and out of the cottage for 3.30 and as I walked around the garden wall into the lane I caught sight of my nemesis , playing with her robust looking cubs underneath the dim beam of the lane light.
The badger sow has five almost fully grown babies, who chatted and grunted like fat piglets around their mother. It was a awesome sight, I have to admit, even though the family is undoubtedly responsible for the majority of my field losses recently.
The family moved off to root around the reinforced Ukrainian village like miniature hippos , and I could almost sense that the hens, ducks and little Jesus in his raised hutch were all holding their breath until the badgers had moved on.
Only the geese screamed out their challenge from the robust goose house , biting at the wire of the small window in anger.
The siege war continues