There’s a badger sett near my house. I don’t know where it is (although I have my suspicions) but I know it is there and I know it is near. For some years now, I’ve been tracking a badger across the field behind my house, where at least one has a regular foraging route. There [...]
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Finally, a Badger Sighting on my Road
Posted in Fieldnotes, tagged badger on January 30, 2012 | 1 Comment »
Fieldnotes: 28th January 2012 – Badger Curiosity
Posted in Fieldnotes, tagged badger watching, badgers, winter on January 28, 2012 | 1 Comment »
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening . I don’t know if Robert Frost ever watched badgers. Probably not, but he knew the lure of the woods [...]
Happy New Year – Red Squirrels and a Birdwatching Pilgrimage
Posted in Birds, Fieldnotes, tagged Anglesey, birdwatching, Lapwings, Malltraeth, Newborough Forest, red squirrel, Tunnicliffe on January 3, 2012 | 6 Comments »
Happy New Year! It’s been a hectic Christmas, but I saw in the New Year in my own style. While the rest of the world was sleeping off the excesses of the night before, I was up before dawn on January 1st, sitting in a forest waiting for Red Squirrels. I was back in Anglesey [...]
Fieldnotes: 19th November 2011 – The Inner Game of Badger Watching
Posted in Fieldnotes, Thoughts and Musings, tagged badger watching, folk songs, man-eating leopard on November 20, 2011 | 1 Comment »
‘Wrong estimation of the intelligence of animals, and the inability to sit without making any sound or movement for the required length of time, is the cause of all failures when sitting up for animals.’ Jim Corbett, The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag . Oh, my hat is frozen to my head, my feet are like [...]
Fieldnotes: 4th November – Siege Tactics at the Hawthorn Sett
Posted in Fieldnotes, tagged badger, badger watching, fallow deer on November 4, 2011 | 7 Comments »
OK. So far, I haven’t much success with the badgers at the Hawthorn Sett. I have yet to answer the fundamental question of how many badgers there are. If I can find this out, I can see how it changes over the year to come. It’s part of my overall master plan to understand more [...]
Fieldnotes: 1st November 2011 – More Frustration at the Hawthorn Sett
Posted in Fieldnotes, tagged badger watching, badgers on November 1, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Picture the scene. It’s been dark for an hour. I’m perched on a branch of an oak tree, fifteen feet off the ground. I’ve long since lost any feeling in my legs but my backside feels bruised where the branch has cut into it. I shift the weight from one buttock to another to try [...]
An Autumn Day at the Lake
Posted in Fieldnotes, That's not a badger! on October 16, 2011 | 3 Comments »
A Greek legend describes how Milo of Croton performed a famous feat of strength by carrying a fully grown bull on his shoulders. He did this by first picking up the bull when it was a new-born calf. Every day, he would pick up the calf and carry it. As the bull grew in size, [...]
Fieldnotes: 1st October 2011 – A fine summer evening of badger watching – in October!
Posted in Fieldnotes, tagged autumn, badger cub, badger watching, badgers, squirrel on October 1, 2011 | 4 Comments »
It’s been a confusing day. It’s October, but it’s felt like July. The hottest day in October ever, apparently. Mrs BWM and Scarlett are away, so I’ve been doing what any man would do – cutting the grass, tidying the vegetable beds and visiting plumbing shops. And, what with it being such a nice day, [...]
Fieldnotes: 7th September 2011 – The Red Squirrels of Newborough Forest
Posted in Fieldnotes, That's not a badger!, tagged Anglesey, Newborough Forest, North Wales, red squirrel, squirrel on September 7, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
All things begin and end on Albion’s ancient, rocky, druid shore William Blake I’m on holiday on Anglesey at the moment. We arrived at the same time as the tail end of Hurricane Irene from across the atlantic, which means that the island is being lashed by rain and strong winds, adding a touch [...]