And what an exciting day I had at DEFRA today with serenading, friendship and Nigel Farage. He was strolling along Great Peter Street at the centre of a square of 4 people- probably his minders. He did look at me but didn't come and talk to me. I think that was a bit rude; It is not every day he will see the wondrous sight of a 6 foot Badger in Westminster.
I also had a visit from Dominic Dyer of The Badger Trust who is still talking to other organisations so they will come together and work to save Badgers. Some of these NGOs (which means non governmental organisations) do a lot of talking and write lots of reports and it would good to see them actually making a difference to the lives of Hupeople and Badgers. This is Dominic with me and some Badger friends in Westminster:
I spent an hour at each of the three DEFRA offices doors in Smith Square, Great Peter Street and Marsham Street, so I met lots of my old Hupoeple friends who were glad to see me... and without the blood...
So there was no escape from Betty today, except for Mr Gove who has managed to avoid me for months now by sneaking in a back entrance where Badgers aren't allowed. He refuses to meet me or answer my letters or my emails or my tweets so that shows he is feeling guilty and is a coward. I was feeling quite naughty, so I hung one of my posters on their sign at Smith Square.
Then I heard the sound of singing and music and it was anti-Brexit musicians. Mary said that these musical Hupeople wanted to have freedom to sing and play instruments around Europe.
It was nice to hear the pretty noises . There was then a concert of Baroque music in St John's Church in Smith Square but Mary said they don't let Badgers in because of we might join in, and we don't sing very well and we have fleas... We Badgers do enjoy a good scratch....
We met a very old Huwoman going to the music concert. She was thrilled to see us because many, many years ago she had been protesting outside DEFRA and decorators poured paint on her and her friends- she sued them... I wonder if I will go back when I am really old and the Kill-Cull has ended and look nostalgically at DEFRA's door. Probably I will be shot by then. But perhaps my cubs will come back one day. I brought them all with me on Thursday. Here they are:
The homeless people were back at Pimlico station; perhaps because Hupeople are only kind to them at Christmas. One of them had his head under a lovely picture of a Huwoman. Mary said she might be an angel.and I hope that was a comfort. Badgers don't believe in angels, although we do believe in fairies because they come out and play with us at night
Mary still has 5 chickens. They are called Orlando, Goldie, Ginger Daisy and another Henrietta. They follow us everywhere and their favourite food is grapes, although I am a bit annoyed because when Mary was digging her vegetable bed they pinched all the worms. I am really not happy about these chickens.
Mary and I went to the local Badger meeting on Tuesday because there was a talk about a Huwoman called Eileen Soper who drew the pictures for the Enid Blyton Famous Five books. What most Hupeople don't know is that she loved Badgers and she spent years visiting a Badger Sett close to her house and became a Badger expert .
The talk was really interesting but the Human called Peter showed us lot of his slides and some of them were quite shocking. He had picture of Badgers MATING! AND HAVING AN ORGY. Obviously there is nothing wrong with mating and having an orgy, because we Badgers, just like Humans, like mating all the year round, but we don't like Hupeople taking secret pictures of us while we are enjoying the pleasures of the furry flesh. Imagine if we Badgers put cameras in your bedrooms and we then showed the pictures to all our friends in the woods. You would probably call that pornography and an invasion of privacy. This is Badger pornography then.....
If you have been reading my blog for the past year or so you probably know quite a lot about Badgers. You might know that we can live for around ten years. We eat mostly worms and love peanuts, which is how the wicked DEFRA people catch us by putting peanuts in their traps and then they shoot us, like they did my cub Bryony. I still have a broken heart. We live underground during the day and tend to come out at night. But in the summer when the days are long, if you are very quiet and not too smelly, you might catch us playing out on a sunny evening. If it is very cold we stay underground in our setts a lot in the Cold Time. We do pop up on warmer days to clear out our tunnels and put in some nice fresh grass and leaves.
Oh and we are indeed a bit promiscuous Irish research has shown Badgers carrying a collection of cubs inside their bodies fathered by different males at different times. Of course, I was always faithful to Brian who was killed in the 2017 Kill-Cull when my heart was broken for the first time. Life is hard for Badgers these days but, then again, it always has been
Interesting fact: the Dachsund was bred to hunt Badgers that is why it is long and thin with short legs so it can fit down our tunnels. Dachshund in German means Badger Hound. I definitely don't like them, or any other dog for that matter.
I spoke with a Huwoman from the BBC this week ., but it is a big secret so I can't tell you any more. I am quite excited.... Let's finish my Blog with a nice picture of a Badger friend . This is to remind you that we Badgers are lovely- much nicer than chickens- and we are worth fighting for...
Night Night,
Betty Badger 🐾🐾🐾
Dear Betty, I am so glad that you and Mary have renewed energy.
ReplyDeleteEvery time you go to DEFRA possibilities are created and some people are enriched in their soul through seeing you.
Even Nigel Farage. He did not acknowledge you but he saw a living being living out her love for other living beings and somewhere in his soul it will have resonated (even if his conscious mind does not embrace you).
The blood has gone from your fur but we do not forget why it was there.
How lovely for Mary to have chickens for company. I like the elegant names, especially 'Orlando Chicken'....
I send you and Mary my warmth and appreciation,
Love,
Tom
Dear Tom, Oh what a lovely message you have sent me. It is so nice to be appreciated. It was such a terrible bother getting the blood out of my fur. I haven't quite forgiven Mary yet. Even though she did use a green detergent it really stung. Actually, my head is still a bit pink.The chickens are now eating their own eggs because they are so tasty! Or perhaps a friendly Badger sneaks in when Mary is not looking.
ReplyDeleteLove from Betty xxx