Enter the badger cub.

It is a quiet midsummer evening in the garden. It is cool now after the prolonged heat earlier in the week. 

A few badgers have gathered for the snacks offered (mainly hidden under the plastic lids to stop the local cats eating them). 

Then a cub enters the garden through the gap in the fence with an adult which may well be his (or her) mother. The cub is the first one seen this year and full of nervous energy, but he too is soon munching on the snacks. He will have been born back in the winter, blind and helpless and deep underground, and only now is independent enough to venture far from the den with the other badgers. Here are some little bits of film of him.