Neighbours, other neighbours
January 2021.
The badger is a discreet animal. Until recently, it was a victim of the road: I never saw one, except dead on the side of the road.
Since the beginning of the year, the badger is alive and well. It even lives in pairs. And since spring, it is a family animal: around the father or mother, five wimpy but valiant badgers set off our photographic traps every night (or almost every night) in a nearby wood.
The quality of the image is not extraordinary, these cameras are deaf as pots (except for the wind, one would say), but how can we be more aware of the life of our wild fellow citizens? Our time and space seem to coexist without crossing paths.
The area is populated by all the fauna that can live in this biotope (a deciduous wood): pheasant, rabbit, hare, fox, roe deer, rodents and various mustelids, including the badger. The only one that does not set off the traps is the wild boar.
The paths are shared, everyone uses them at their own time. The same goes for the burrows: Mr. and Mrs. Badger never close their little labyrinth. Mice, rats, rabbits, muskrats and foxes frequent them with asynchronous rhythms.
