Watched Watching…
Behind the house a small wood lay.
The man said that at nightfall we could foray
Into the murk silently, like flanking scouts
Stalking the unseen…
The barely moonlit darkness instilled such cold.
The man then remarked that badgers would not be bold
Enough to show more than occasional snouts,
Skulking and serene…
Behind a fallen tree we crouched with bated breath.
The man said that there was a sett, a badger’s earth
In the gloom ahead and thus we shivered,
Skulking, not serene…
The barely visible undergrowth was surely deserted.
The man then remarked that the pursuit had been inverted,
For beyond, over a rotting branch, a badger quivered,
Stalking us, now seen…
Pete Ray
1st April 2023
Sidmouth in Devon, staying with Rose and Wilf, who kept bees, as the image proves and ran a B&B for friends…
COLLECTING HONEY FROM WILF'S HIVES.
I TASTED THE HONEY STRAIGHT OUT OF THE HIVES & IT WAS JUST MAGICAL...
Wilf took my father and me into the woods one evening to try to spot a badger but after a cold hour or so hiding behind a fallen tree-trunk, we became aware that a badger had already spotted us and was watching our movements with some interest…
I saw only its snout but the memory has remained with me…
We likes the badgers…
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