The Badger pit and Auntie Glad meets her namesake

Sometimes you come across the dark side of human nature in the most unexpected of places. This afternoon I took the dogs up the Gop and around one of their favourite sniffing points (a huge badger set on the north side of the burial mound) George pointed out a large deep hole alongside the entrances. The hole was square around four feet deep and four feet wide. At the bottom was an opened up badger run and it was obvious that badger baiters had been at work.
The run had been opened up by spades, a badger had been pulled out, probably by a dog and the pit had been used as a fighting pen. It was a sorry pathetic sight. A body of a badger was lying nearby mangled and ripped, God only knows what agonies the poor thing had been subjected to. A fellow dog walker saw me walking down from the scene and he told me that the police had been informed of the situation. I just hope they can catch these bastards that think this type of this is fun and acceptable!

On a brighter note, Auntie Glad called down to the cottage this afternoon to drop off some scones. I took her into the field to meet her namesake and she was tickled pink at the sight of the fat, black sow!! Both pigs have been spoilt this afternoon (above is a photo of Nora sucking up Chris' homemade Stilton and broccoli soup!)