Badgers

I HATE them. I feel utterly murderous. Last night  the bastards excavated a massive hole under the run ( chain-link fence with a huge skirt) and chomped through one of my poor little banties and her brood. I am in a towering fury and if those little buggers rock up here tonight, they'll be in trouble. Not that I can do much bar scare the living daylights out of them with my banshee impersonation. I am more and more convinced that the badgers did for Mrs P. They are NOT cute.