Badgers and Flashing

Chris is still away,So each evening I can be found sat in front of the fire in his jim jams watching shite tv.
Well late last night When I took the dogs down the lane for their evening walk, I spied the distinctive White striped face of a badger poking out of the field hedge. For the past few months the badgers have disappeared from the field, so it was a bit of a bummer to think that they have now returned. I dropped the dogs back in the cottage , then I galloped around to the Church gate in order to spy on the field to count how many badgers were about.

BIG MISTAKE!!!

Message to self....never go badger watching when still wearing PJs! They GAPE!!
As I hurried down the lane I was caught by the headlights of a couple of cars..and it was only afterwards I realised that I had given them both "a bit of a show"
The drivers must have thought I was an escapee from some sort of" Twightlight home for the sexually incontinent....."

Anyhow back to the badgers..I counted four in the end. Four big adults. Grumbling like pigs, they scouted around the hen houses, scratching at the doors and coop corners as the hens all held their collective breaths. Then a couple made their heavy way to my two feed bins and effortlessly upended one spilling the expensive feed onto the grass. The strength of these animals is truly awesome

I had to stop my badger watch there and then, and as it started to rain, I climbed down onto the field to scoop up the lost feed and then moved both bins into the safety of the field shed.
As I appeared, pyjamas flapping in the wind, the badgers shuffled off down the field, grumbling to themselves.
I could almost make out what they were "saying"

"we'll be back!"