Saturday Night Feverish…
From various holes they came a-spilling,
Lured by the feast littered nearby
And feverishly, they came a-milling
Feeding busily with a skittishness spry.
No shoving, no pushing, no trouble,
The badgers, like a dance troupe well rehearsed,
Twisted about amongst the rubble
In feeding mode totally immersed.
Then an irritated robin patrolling its domain
Flitted and perched and noisily bustled
With its shrill and scolding refrain
But still the oblivious badgers for tit-bits hustled…
Pete Ray
22nd August 2022
Saturday, 20th August 2022 and the copse was deserted, only fanned by an intrusive breeze but although wildlife could be heard, none could be seen.
Then within moments, nine, possibly ten badgers emerged like shoppers being admitted to the opening of a store running a sale and suddenly they were everywhere, feeding feverishly but constantly scolded by a single robin…
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