Monsieur Blaireau

Sue's Folly

The sunshine returned today and suddenly everything seems brighter in the world. 

I took Rick out for his walk this afternoon.  It was very pleasant walking in the sunshine listening to the crickets, they were extraordinarily noisy.  The wheat is growing fast in the fields and there are orchids and white daisies growing along the verges.  I walked through the woods and then followed the pathway that Paul had cut earlier with his ride on mower.  The local farmers have not got round to cutting the grass this year yet and the footpaths are very overgrown.

Paul was chatting to Philippe in his garden when I got back. Philippe is very proud of his potager, he retired last year and spends hours now weeding and hoeing and planting in very straight lines.  Paul came back shaking his head and I asked him if everything was okay with Philippe.

“No, he is very upset.”
“Oh, no, is someone ill in his family?”
“No, worse.  A blaireau got into his potager last night and ate the strawberries.”

A blaireau is a badger.  I know badgers eat worms and insects but I didn’t realise they eat fruit too. Philippe needs to secure the fencing around his plot to make sure he doesn’t return.  I've put Rick on badger watch to make sure my strawberries are safe.