Badger & Bluebells
The wood contained a rich blue carpet of bluebells in full flower, and as I settled against a tree opposite the badger sett, a late bee buzzed past my foot, going from flower to flower. I listened to bird song for half an hour until the first badger appeared at the usual hole just before nine o'clock. It was very cautious, but after sniffing the air thoroughly, surprised me by immediately going up the bank towards the field.
Later, in the gloom after the sun had set, another badger emerged and trundled out along the path that passed close by my tree. As he drew level, he stopped and eyed me suspiciously. I remained behind my camera's viewfinder, rigid and unmoving as he approached, one step at a time. Slowly, I checked the focus on the bluebell as well as I could in the dim light, and as the badger took one more pace forward, I pressed the button.