Every year, in the secret of our countryside, numerous wild babies are born.
Deep in their burrow, four fox cubs, still blind and deaf, are searching for their mother’s teat for milk.
A little further away in an abandoned dovecote, featherless owlets are coming out of their shells. They have only one thing in mind: to swallow the pieces of vole meat offered by their mother.
In the nearby prairie, hidden in a thicket, eight little wild piglets are writhing around. Born under the stars, the little gluttons are already extremely alert and frisky.
Holed up below the ground, safely away from predators, eight tiny rabbit kittens are enjoying being groomed by their mother for the first time.
From early spring to late summer, we will peer into the intimacy of these frail and vulnerable little balls of fur and feathers. We will follow their first steps and share all of their parents’ moments of stress and tenderness, because nature’s school of life is fraught with obstacles and dangers.