I was on the phone with my daughter and kept being distracted by a ruckus outside. “Ruckus” meaning the familiar sound of 3 dogs having something either treed or cornered.
I told her “I’ll call you back. The dogs have something out front. I need to make sure it’s not a cat.” Punishment is swift and severe on this outfit if a dog gets caught harassing a one of my beloved cats.
My second thought was “Please don’t let it be a skunk ….. again”
Not a skunk. Not a cat. Not a raccoon. Not a possum. Not a Porcupine.
Oh my! It’s cutest little baby badger I’ve ever seen. At least I think it’s a baby. Because I’ve never seen a baby badger before. I want it to be a baby because it’s so cute. I’ve never seen one this close before. Especially never seen one this close while wearing flip-flops and yoga pants and improper undergarments with an iPhone in hand. It must be a baby because she’s not attached to one of my dogs.
And she looks scared.
I learned a lot about badgers today. At least this little badger.
She can puff herself up to look twice her size. Like a porcupine.That’s what I thought she was at first.
She can flatten herself out like a flounder at the bottom of the sea. I never thought she was a flounder.
Or a pancake.
She didn’t seem as quite as pugnacious (sic. bad-ass) as I imagine a full-grown badger to be when facing down three dogs.
When I told T.H. about it he asked me if “I took care of him”.
I said “Yes.”
I took care of her alright. I penned the dogs up and let her carry on to become the bad-ass badger she was born to be.
Love, Cowgirl Red aka the Badger-lovin-Cowgirl
P.S. She needs to watch “The Honey Badger”
P.P.S. I’ve always loved the Badger. I get excited every time I see one. I relate to them. We are kindred spirits. “Growl first, ask questions later.”