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Birds and bees fill the air, but there is turmoil undergroundI blame Kenneth Grahame and The Wind in the Willows for the image of wise Badger etched in my mind. Kindly elder statesman of the woodland world. Friend and adviser to toads and moles. But not here. There is carnage in the summerhouse meadow.Starburst runs of broken soil, metres long, loop in almost all directions. The ground is spongy as though unsafe. Mole tunnels smashed as the badger hunts the blind. I pile three wheelbarrows with unearthed earth. I am slightly sick. It doesn’t appear to be a fair fight. Continue reading...