Discreet encounters
When first we came to this house, it was wild. Wilder than now. The old one who had hung on here alone after the old man died was put in a home, and the house had been empty. Always peaceful, the meadows were unvisited by humankind for years, and badgers, deer, martens, hares, owls and foxes with nothing to fear had sidled up to, or sidled into the house. Those first seasons, I don’t know how many times I blundered across animals I didn’t even recognise. Later, they grew wary and once again kept their distance.
The first to leave were the owls in the attic. Then the hare that left her young ones by the house moved them out into the meadow. I trod on one in the long grass under the study window. The scream of a hare is a pitiful sound. A marten hunting by the hedge, I mistook for a cat. The martens knew me though. Evenings, we’d meet badgers using the driveway as an easy route through the meadow. Until I took a torch with me, I thought they must be stray dogs. Who knew badgers had tails? They use another route these days.
But the foxes still come up to the house. They still sit waiting to see if there’ll be food scraps put out, just beyond the light from the windows. Sometimes we hear the squabbles, the chatter of a marten, the high-pitched squeal of a hedgehog, the roar of a badger. It’s enough to know they are still there, and if they keep a discreet distance from us, we have only ourselves to blame.
Jane Dougherty
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Jane Dougherty
lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

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Beautifully written! Your descriptions of the wild animals and their encounters with the house are both charming and poignant.
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