Now I haven't let fourteen years of marriage force me to surrender to disappointment or frustration easily, so within 24 hours I was scrambling through more undergrowth searching for signs of badger habitation. A friend had been talking about my aim of filming a badger with my new camera to a local farmer, who said that he had seen signs of them on his land. So it was, acting on this new information, that same afternoon that we found ourselves in a small copse, not half a mile from our original sett, inspecting several badger-sized holes and a large wad of hay filling one entrance. This seemed a lot more promising. The camera was strapped to a tree overlooking three of the entrances to the sett. We left, nursing several scratches and nettle stings.
Brock and Roll.
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