Who are you?

We have been hoping to see our neighbouring badgers, but only one comes visiting. After a showery day, the garden undergrowth is still wet, so Mr Brock's fur was glistening with moisture when he came hunting for his peanut dinner tonight.

Our Pointer sat transfixed at the French windows watching the visitor while he dined. Although he growls at the foxes when they come scavangeing - as two did earlier - he was silent as he watched the badger, but quivered all over with excitement. We know how he feels. It is such a privilege to see these beautiful wild creatures up so close.