Badger - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
From the lightening dawn there came a snout of black and white stripe, soon followed by the ambling form of the badger. A smile grew over Sally's face, a picture postcard of spreading joy. She watched him walk over the grass, those clawed feet on short legs so perfectly quiet. And as he came closer she began to see the world through his eyes, feeling his badger feelings and sensing the world through aromas, sounds and light patterns. She could almost feel her body moving as he did and it gave her the sweetest ideas for the story she was about to write.
The badger never appeared before dusk. Then after what felt like a fruitless wait, he would amble into view. We could only see him by the moonlight on his white stripped snout and his black fur just leached into the darkness around him like it wasn't even there. Cautiously he made his way to the porch and the bowl of cat food, then after some tinkling of china on concrete he would turn and slowly move away until he blended into the night, heading back to the woods and the rich hunting grounds around some rotten trees that blew down in an October gale a few seasons back. When we fetched the bowl in it looked as clean as if it had come straight out the dishwasher, but we scrubbed it anyway.
Striped long snout, eats mostly earthworms and insects, powerful short legs and strong claws for digging, lives in an underground den, is nocturnal.