Don’t badger me about my burrow, it keeps me safe from rain and cold, from dangerous predators, humans too; my ancestral home is centuries old. My forebears' powerful claws dug deep a sturdy network of chambers and tunnels, a realm with a semi-circular keep beneath the hills and wooded dingles, where I gather grass and bracken to make myself a comfy bed. If sometime this way you should happen, I'll welcome you to my humble sett. Kim M. Russell, 2nd May 2023

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It’s Tuesday and I’m hosting Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are writing poems about animal architecture. The prompt came to me by way of a lovely poem by John Clare, ‘The Thrush’s Nest’, which got me thinking about other creatures and the ways in which they build their homes, such as insects, rodents, and larger mammals. We are writing all sorts of poems with a focus on a creature building its home – but not birds.
You made me think of C.S. Lewis, how great to visit in a badger’s comfortable home… I have understood that the badgers have some bad reputation, but I like them a lot.
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I love the way they move, Björn. Sadly, a lot of British farmers want them culled, which makes me very angry. They do no harm.
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Kim, you and I both chose burrowing critters. Nice to learn about how they live. It makes me sad and angry that humans can just not like the look of a critter and somehow are able to kill it on a whim 😦 Chipmunks take a bad rap here also and I don’t see any harm they do either. With them it is their noisiness and that they burrow under driveways that is the excuse for people to kill them. I love them!
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It’s the same with badgers, Lisa. I’m afraid a lot of British farmers want them culled. They believe they spread TB among their herds. I don’t know if it’s been proved. Badgers related to ferrets, minks, otters, weasels and wolverines. Their Old English name is ‘broc’ and in children’s stories they are often called Brock.
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WTH?! that sounds like a reach in Brock’s giving herds TB. Not enough to murder them until hard evidence proving it’s possible and that it’s a huge issue. Otherwise, leave them alone farmers! With chipmunks all it takes is a little chipping and a few holes here and there 😦
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I love the way that badgers waddle.
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I’ve only seen them on nature shows and most of the time not walking, more looking out from their dig site. Will look for that waddle next time 🙂
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I always loved Badgers and your poem about their habitat is so sweet Kim 💕☺️
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Thank you, Christine!
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I love your poem, Kim. I have never seen a badger in the wild.
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Thank you Dwight. I’ve seen one, a long time ago, and I think it’s because they are shy of humans.
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You are welcome.
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This was wonderful Kim. Loved thd opening line… 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Thanks Rob!
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We used to see badgers quite often. I say often, maybe twice a year. I haven’t seen one for ages – the cull is obviously working on lowering badger numbers – not sure ir’s make a difference to TB!!!! I love them – you’re right, they do waddle, and I hadn’t realised how long setts were lived in for. Nice writing – informative but still a proper poem.
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Thanks Sarah. There are so few badgers, I don’t even know if we have any around here. I would love to see one.
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I’ve never seen a badger but your informative poem explained everything quite nicely!
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That was the plan, Jay! Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
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How brilliant! A badger… I’ve not seen one for years.
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I would love to see one again, Colleen! Sightings have become few and far between.
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I grew up in Wisconsin. The badger was our state animal. I’ve not seen one since I was a kid. Wait until you read about what I do have living nearby. LOL!
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Badgers once visited our allotment site and made holes in the Fence-to-keep-out-Rabbits. They gobbled up fallen damsons (there were plenty left on the trees) treating us to a lurid latrine of damson-stones. They also “trashed the sweetcorn” (maize corn-on-the-cob) . But hey, they had been adversely affected by new transport work, which felled some of their woodland. So who can blame them, the old softies?
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“Don’t badger me…” Nicely done, Kim! I love your prompt, but think this challenge is too much for my simple scribbling skills. 😄 There are many sophisticated wordsmiths in the dVerse pub.
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You’ve got all week to give it a go. You’re just as sophisticated and I’d love to read what you make of the prompt. Of course, there’s no pressure. I’m the meantime, enjoy reading.🤗
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The first line is beyond clever! Wonderful piece, Kim.
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Thanks De!
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