Solihull Roast Chicken…
There was the typical nudging of twigs, leaves
And the general detritus of woodland ground.
There was the sniffing, scuttling and snuffling
As the badgers shunted, grunted and hunted
For the scattered scraps I had spread around.
There were however, several statuesque pauses
As snouts touched chicken pieces cast around.
There was a sniffing, a snuffling and a scuttling
As the badgers sifted, lifted and, gifted,
Hurried to feast on them in their sett underground…
Pete Ray
5th July 2022
A few left-over pieces of chicken were left in the copse and it was surprising how the badgers discovered them.
It seemed more by luck than judgement how they were alerted to the presence of meat.
Then a sniff, a grab, a turn and a rush into a hole to eat their find, before any other badger could react…
Fascinating…
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