The prompt for this one was 'He'd never let me take his photograph':
He has taught me everything. He has taught me about the importance of family. Not the family of soap operas, mafias, glossy celebrity magazines or politics but pure the earthy essence of surviving what life throws at you.
He has taught me not to make assumptions, to be thorough, not to leave any rock unturned. He has taught me to keep a bit of myself back, to hide in the shadows just a little and if something’s really good and if I just keep faith in myself then my fate will be decided. He has shown me how to care for my children, to maintain a distance and let them fight because it’s good practice for later.
He has shown me that there’s no need for fancy food, that nature is more than capable of sustaining a body, especially one with a cunning instinct and a nose for the finer pickings in season. He has helped me to realise that sometimes, it’s OK not to go out. If it’s cold outside, if you don’t really need any food or feel the need to socialise, then just stay in where it’s nice and cosy; not seeing anyone for a bit can be quite refreshing and when you do venture out again, it will be all the more enjoyable.
He has taught me not to be too obsessive about my appearance; life is too short for vanity and a good respect for life is more rewarding in the long term although he does concede that it’s good to avoid bright lights.
I’ve seen him regularly because our house is on his route and he always stops by. I’ve read books about him, searched the internet and if there’s one thing I know about my badger: he’d never let me take his photograph.