What with her winter coat in tatters and the strain of having recently given birth, she struggles (not altogether unsuccessfully) to retain her regal appearance.
But patience, even for the biblical Job, has its limits. A good mother has to be constantly alert, and pay attention to the possibility of hurtful things well beyond the limited experience of her playful youngin’s.
I watched her stress level skyrocket as she ran back and forth for several minutes with nose high, jumping up on logs and boulders to scan the surroundings.
Something was not quite right, and she sensed it.
Sure enough, a badger suddenly scampered past the den and her unsuspecting kit. Fortunately, it was single-mindedly on its way somewhere else.
And sometimes, like with this badger incident when her nerves are frazzled, the kids simply get too much underfoot and snap at her once too often.