Nights in the Forest
Every evening after that, I continued the tradition. The routine became a kind of ritual: scatter nuts, retreat to the window seat, wait. The squirrels were my warm-up act, and the badgers the headline performers.
Sometimes it was one or two badgers, other nights a whole family would appear. They squabbled over nuts, snorted softly at each other, and sometimes came so close I could hear them breathing.
When the woods finally fell silent again, I’d step back onto the porch, wrap myself in a blanket, and look up at the stars. With no city lights around, the night sky was dazzling, full of constellations I rarely get to see. It was the perfect end to each day.