DAY 308: BACK IN THE UK AND FOX WALKS INTO OUR HOUSE.
I am now safely back in the UK. I thought I had left the wilds behind until a few hours ago a fox walked into our kitchen. Thank goodness that nature reminds us we are not alone. Turns out that a baby fox is living in rose bush at the end of our garden and the mother is on the prowl for food. Yes, the baby lives IN the rose bush. Our dog Moose is about to collapse from anger, he stands beneath the plant become more and more furious and we have to take him away. The baby fox seems very relaxed about it. I’m trying to teach Moose about co-existence but I don’t think its in his DNA – except when he wants to snuggle up on the bed.
I’m afraid I don’t have a lot to report in this post but that is not because too little is happening but because too much is happening.
I am in flux…and a tiny bit of chaos, so the bloggage is … blocked up
I am shortly about to turn my attention to European farms and how we treat our meaty friends. I want to look at pigs in particular and I want to stay in Europe. I want to see what sort of pain goes into a plate of a western meal.
But my work on wild animals is not quite over even though time is fast running out on my year.
The badger cull has not yet begun and when it will I want to be involved in the resistance (yes, we will fight the Nazis on the beaches, we will fight them in the woods). Quite how I can stop the shooting I am not too sure but apparently it involves wearing high-vis jackets and making lots of noise…and NOT dressing as a badger.
Also, over the next few days I am meeting with the police and their Wildlife Crime Unit to see what sort of illegal wildlife contraband has been smuggled through the UK. I’m keen to show that pangolins are not a distant problem. Even in London there is a demand and through-route for the wild animals from distant jungles. Chinese shops sell illegal bear-bile products, even high end clothing retailers sell illegal ivory in teh form of shaving brushes. I will go and photograph some of this haul to show just how bad it is.
And then on to pigs… it’s all too ridiculously big to deal with in this short space of time. But I’ve already had a tip-off about where I shoudl go in Europe to see some bad pig practices…and I’m due to watch a film called ‘Earthlings’…anyone seen it. I’m dreading it.