The garden is filled with dahlias – yellow, pink and lilac pompoms that cheerlead from the flowerbeds. They nod encouragingly in the breeze as I wrestle with the hose pipe, laughed at, silently, by little dogs. I continue dousing pots and rockeries as instructed, until I get to the final task: check the electric fence that borders the neighbouring field.
My friend, for whom I am house-sitting, suggested that this particular chore was optional. The buzzing barrier is there to keep out badger, deer and anything else that fancies a nibble of these resource-sapping blooms. It also ensures the perimeter to the property is not compromised so that the dogs will not escape.
The trouble is, this lovely house is slap-bang in the middle of the countryside, surrounded by woods, meadows and riverbanks. It is the animals’ manor. In both rural and urban areas, freedom of movement is essential for all. “The fence will run out of battery in a few days,” my friend advises, adding kindly, “I don’t expect you to recharge it.”
Foxes, formerly the most divisive of our wild mammals, are arguably now ahead of badgers in the popularity polls. In Patrick Barkham’s book Badgerlands, the reasons for their apparent controversy are laid down in black and white: badgers transport disease (bovine tuberculosis), fleas, and their subterranean communities get in the way of property developers. The woodlands where, in the 1990s, I fed badgers peanut-butter sandwiches was turned into a housing estate while I was at secondary school. It was called Badger’s Copse, which I duly dubbed ‘Badger’s corpse’.
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But now, despite the disdain of some, badgers are better protected. Indeed, their right to housing is
seemingly above their human counterparts. If badgers are evicted, as Jeremy Clarkson discovers in Clarkson’s Farm, all hell breaks loose, administratively speaking.