As senor aston says - what's in your garage that they want?
Back in the 80s when we lived in Hastings, we laid a new lawn then buzzed orf to Cornwall.
On our return Mr badger (and his mates!) had left said lawn looking lake the Somme in 1916.
This carried on when we returned from the duchy and they became a real nuisance waking me up at night.
I declared war on 'em, got my .22 rifle with superscope plus a powerful torch and went out at night on the hunt.
I did bag one, which I regret to this day :(
Moving on - literally, to Cornwall 24 years ago, chap who we bought our first owse from on Bodmin Moor, not a million miles from where we are now funnily enuff, used to feed Mr badger with peanuts in an old saucepan.
We carried on doing that for some time when we moved in. When we stopped feeding 'em, they started digging the garden up :)
I watched a video on YT this week of a woman feeding Mr fox on her doorstep - sod that!
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