Posted by: kathandroger | October 8, 2017

Badger bother and the Gourmet Goat.

To our surprise, the local badger did not eat all our sweetcorn this year. In fact I thought he may have gone to pastures new, as the rear gate had not been dug under for several months. I was wrong. On a gentle review of the maturing crops in the garden I was alarmed to find that our nearly ready autumn cauliflowers had been vandalised.IMG_3845 (2)The leaves surrounding the flower had all been eaten away to display the flowers, now being attacked by the weather and starting to deteriorate. The footprints in the ground gave the clue to the culprit. Moins Dix, the castrated goat, had managed to get in and had feasted on his favourite crop. He had been in the adjacent garden once before this year, a young guest asking whether it was OK for the goat to be on the lawn! He had managed to jump over the fence on that occasion, and a extra layer of barbed wire seemed to have prevented any recurrence of the problem. So how could the wayward animal have entered? A brief inspection brought the answer. The fence had been completely destroyed in one corner.IMG_3844It had been upended from beneath, by some great force, way beyond that of our wayward goat. Brock the Badger had been up to his hooligan ways again. He had dug under that corner before, and I had, I thought, reinforced the sheep wire enough to prevent any recurrence. Not so. All three posts had been forced out of the ground, and his track was plain to see. I am not sure where he was going, as the sweetcorn remnants were still intact, but it underlined the impossibility of stopping a determined badger by feeble fencing. I have rebuilt the corner but left a badger size hole at the bottom, and the remaining cauliflowers now have black plastic bags over them until they are large enough to eat.

Polly the dog is making excellent progress. She has even made peace with the chickens and will calmly share scraps with them.IMG_3846We attended the local dog training class again yesterday, always an entertaining event, and it is fair to say that she was one of the star performers. There were fifteen dogs, all of different breeds and sizes, and all of differing intents. Some intent on fighting the others, some wanting to go home, and some just happy to have a snooze until it was their turn to  perform. Polly just wanted to play, and was a bit bored with the lack of pace of events. For me the best part of the afternoon was when the dog was held on a long lead by the trainer, the owner walked fifty metres away and the dog was then called. Some made their way leisurely towards the owner, some more rapidly. Our lovely trainer, Sabrina, is a very, very sturdy lady, well endowed above waist level, and very calm and authoritative with the dogs. One powerful Alsatian was very keen to reach its owner, and the long lead which Sabrina held was not long enough! The sight of our buxom boss being dragged across the turf with all parts rhythmically rippling was a sight for sore eyes. To her credit, she saw the funny side too.


  1. At last, home again and on a computer I can leave comments via…..
    I see you are beginning to learn badger, Rodger… build them gates…. it does save a lot of hassle.
    But yours must be a big boy to cause that much damage!!

    • Good to have you back Tim. You really must get on and do some more posts now!

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