It has been
nearly four years since the last sighting of a badger, who presumably had set
up his home somewhere in the neighborhood.
How I have longed to see him again!
As sunset
approached today, I lingered on the deck to enjoy it. Just after the sun descended behind the
ridge, as I gathered up my book and glass to come indoors, a badger waddled
into view. Part of the pasture had just
been mown, and he crept along the uncut fringe, in full view. He was beautiful – four stumpy curved legs of
chocolate velvet, a flattened head decorated in stripes and adorned by small protrusions
of crinkled-up ears. He kept moving from
south to north at a steady pace, until he eventually slipped under the fence
into the neighboring high grasses, eventually dipping out of view.
I spend
each evening at sunset looking for him, and hoping that another four years
don’t go by before I get to enjoy his company. Is it the same badger I had seen four years
ago? Maybe; American badgers can live
fourteen years.
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