Tales from the Wood – The Diary of a Badger Watching Man

I’ve been writing this blog for a little over a year, and I enjoy it a lot.  It started out as a way to record wildlife observations (it’s a good thing to do but I’m terribly undisciplined at keeping paper notes) as well as way to prove to my wife that I’m not up to mischief when I sneak out of the house in the evening carrying a camouflage jacket and a pair of binoculars.

The thing about a blog, though, is that it gathers its own momentum.  I feel duty bound to write things that are interesting because people like you, gentle reader, are willing to give up your time reading them.  I want to make it worthwhile for you.

Sometimes though, a diary is just a diary.  Sometimes I have to make a note of an important date or event so that I’ll be able to go back and check it later.  Most of the time I try to sneak these little facts into the posts so that you don’t notice, but sometimes I’ve just got to come out and tell it like it is.  This is one of those occasions.

Yesterday, on the 29th June, we started picking the raspberries.  We should have enough for a jar or two of jam.  The cherries on the tree in the chickens’ enclosure are almost (but not quite) ripe, and the blackcurrants will be ready for picking at the weekend too.  Mind you, we’ve had some very hot weather so that may have speeded things up a little this year.

There you go.  It may not mean much to you, but it is important for me that I record this.  I’m sure you understand.