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Publié par | Troubador Publishing Ltd |
Date de parution | 04 avril 2018 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781789010428 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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About the Author
Catherine Trimby is retired and lives in rural Shropshire with her husband. She has five grandchildren. Badgers and foxes visit her garden nightly and their antics are caught on field cameras.
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Copyright © 2018 Catherine Trimby
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For Damien and Danielle
Seaside animals and woodland animals live in very different habitats but sometimes these worlds overlap.
Badger and Crab have not seen each other over the long dreary winter. Now that spring is arriving Badger decides to visit his old friend.
Once again their friendship is put to the test. A gale is blowing and the sea is very rough as another drama unfolds on the beach. It takes the ingenuity of Badger and his nocturnal friends to avoid a disaster that has been brought about by the greed and thoughtlessness of human beings.
The story illustrates how determination and teamwork can triumph and how friendships are strengthened in diversity.
Carol Davies’ delightful illustrations add much to the story. Suitable for 7-9 year olds.
It had been a long cold, wet winter. Badger had not gone out much. He had stayed in his sett with Mrs B and the twins. But now that spring was coming he thought he would like a change of scene and he certainly wanted an especially good meal. He was really, really hungry and his skin felt loose and saggy. He knew he must be a lot thinner than he had been in the autumn. Worms, lovely, wriggly, juicy, pink worms, that’s what he needed, and he drooled at the thought of a scrumptious mouthful, or two, or even three.
Moon was out when Badger cautiously ventured out of the sett. He looked up at her. She was a bit blurry-looking as if she was watching him through a pane of frosted glass. He nodded at her as he turned left and trundled along the side of the wood towards the ploughed field. He wasn’t sure if she winked back at him or not; it was difficult to tell. He found it was colder than he expected and he knew he needed to get digging quickly in case there was a late frost and the worms buried themselves down deep. He soon reached the field and saw that the winter wheat was sprouting nicely but he was also relieved to see that there were still lots of bare patches of soil near the hedge that were perfect for a spot of digging. Badger stopped by the fence and put his snout in the air and sniffed loudly, just to check. He couldn’t smell anyone nearby, so that was good. He licked his lips at the thought of the worms.
As he left the cover of the trees and wriggled under the fence Badger sniffed the air once again, his whiskers twitching. He looked left and right. He thought it was odd that there was no one else about. He had expected to find signs of Fox’s recent supper strewn untidily under the beech tree, or maybe see Tawny Owl swooping overhead with a mouse in his talons, but there was no sign of either of them. Grey Squirrel wasn’t around either, not that he minded that too much, she was a bit of a fuss-pot and was always shouting at him for stealing her hazelnuts. He’d never stolen her nuts. He only ate nuts if he couldn’t find anything else.
He found a good spot of bare earth and began to dig.
‘Oh, lovely, scrummy, scrumptious worms,’ Badger crooned to himself as he chewed. It was a good feeling to be nearly full to top button at last. ‘I need just one more mouthful,’ he said and dug a bit more, pushing his nose into the cold, clammy soil and scooping up three whoppers. Then he sat back on his haunches and wiped his mouth with his front left paw, letting out a sigh of happiness as he did so. He hoped Mrs B had eaten as well as he had. She wasn’t going far from the sett tonight; the twins needed regular feeding so she had to pop back to them quite often. Finally he rubbed his muddy nose on the grass to clean it and licked his lips one last time.