Hidden in the darkness

It was around midnight, we were on our way home and in a sharp turn just south of our village the badger passed us. Maybe on her way to forage for food, meeting friends in the meadow nearby?

I know they are supposed to be here, but this meeting makes me think of them. Good to know someone is actually living a badger-life in the dark nights around here.

Badger of honor? Given for outstanding nightlife? ;O) Badger pillow looks soft,
and a famous badger - have been read to "bits-and-pieces" in this house.