
Don’t corner a sober Honey Badger.
I love quirky animals, and they don’t come much quirkier than the Honey Badger of Africa and Asia. For a start, it is neither a badger, nor does it primarily eat honey. So how did it get its name? European settlers thought that its colours of black below and a silvery grey above reminded them of the badger we all know, so that’s where the word badger originated. In actual fact it is a Musteline, related to otters and weasels. Settlers also saw that it raided wild bee nests and assumed it was after the honey. Not so. It was apparently primarily after the bee’s brood but hey, we all make mistakes! The Afrikaans gave it another name of Ratel, this possibly coming from the rattle it gives during vocalization.
Now we know what it’s called, I hear you asking what it’s like. Well, according to my mammal books, it cannot be confused with any other species. It is about a metre long, 30cm in height and can weigh up to 14kg. The Ratel is incredibly strong and solid, especially at the front end which it uses for digging, and its skin is really loose which means predators and humans find it impossible to grab. Its ears are enclosed in the loose skin, which has an opening which can be closed when it digs.

Honey Badger, Copyright J Isaacs 2010
The Ratel has got a neat relationship with two birds. The Greater honeyguide lures it to a bees’ nest by calling to it. The Ratel then breaks open the nest for the brood and the bird eats the beeswax, eggs and larvae. Should the Ratel get stung by large numbers of bees it will die, so I wouldn’t imagine it hangs about! The other bird is the Pale Chanting Goshawk which follows the Ratel and eats any insects or reptiles the Ratel disturbs and doesn’t eat itself.
Most Honey Badgers are solitary although it’s not impossible to see two hunting together or playing, mating or fighting, possibly all at the same time! They have large home ranges with males travelling over 500sq km whilst females tend to stick to 100sq km. The dominant male will sire young from up to a dozen females in his home range, quite a busy boy!
So, what else makes the Ratel unique? Basically it’s not frightened of anything. It will drive lion and leopard off prey, and occasionally will have a go at buffalo and elephant. It will eat anything from insects to snakes and even small crocodile and medium sized mammals. Bee keepers regularly wage war on it. The Honey Badger even got a mention in the Guinness Book of Records, holding the title,”Most fearless animal in the World”. It will kill snakes and appears to be quite immune to their poison. Because of its fierce disposition, the Ratel has an infantry fighting vehicle in South Africa named after it.
I’ve only sighted the Honey badger in the wild twice and obtained precisely one photograph of it! Even though it is relatively common, it’s rarely seen because it tends to be nocturnal, especially during the summer months.
The first time I saw one was at a distance of about thirty metres. The guide took great delight in telling me that they would attack humans if cornered and that they always jumped for the groin and just held on, no matter what you did. He then waited for my reaction. I think I turned grey quite quickly and took the position of a soccer defender in a wall about to defend a free kick. He seemed suitably amused. I’ve witnessed the same reaction with other male tourists who have been told about the Ratel by their mischievous guides. Indeed, in this respect, the Ratel achieved even more fame by being mentioned by Jeremy Clarkson in his Top Gear Special from Botswana. To roughly quote, “A Honey Badger does not kill you to eat you. It just tears off your testicles”. Very succinctly put Jeremy!
The Ratel is thus a creature held in awe throughout Africa. Myths are told and embellished and it has almost become a cult figure. My own favourite story was told to me by a guide called Aubrey in Zambia, and his fellow guides swore it was true. Their seasonal camp had an open air bar. In fact it was a plank wedged between the forks of two adjacent trees. On the plank were a range of drinks including a bottle of port. One night a Ratel shinned up the tree, bit through the cork and consumed the entire contents. It was found sleeping peacefully at the foot of the tree the next morning. The bar man was so annoyed that he picked up the Ratel by its stubby tail, swung it round in the manner of a Russian hammer thrower, released it, and watched as it sailed out into the bush. Landing with a thud, the creature awoke and, with a distinct hangover, lumbered off. I have no idea whether this story was true, but I do know that during our stay at the camp, we were awoken one night by the most fearful crashing and clanging of saucepans from the open air kitchen. The next morning the cook explained that breakfast would be late as a honey badger had raided the kitchen, eaten supplies and wrecked the place, so maybe it got its revenge.
In wildlife art I have rarely seen Honey Badgers depicted in any form. They are such charismatic creatures that I know they would be a brilliant subject for an artist such as David, so here’s hoping he feels the urge to draw another weird and wacky animal, and that it turns out to be the holder of the title, “Most fearless animal in the World”.
In the meantime, if you want to see a Honey Badger in action, have a look at You Tube which has a whole section on them and in particular “Kleinman, the Reckless Honey Badger,” which I think is absolutely brilliant.
Jon Isaacs.
Here's another great story from one of David Dancey-Woods Fans, Sandra. She kindly sent me this story to share on this blog. It's a lovely story, I'm sure you'll agree.
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Hi Vince
I'm happy if you want to share this on your blog.
I've attached a photo of one of my pictures 'fascination'. I wanted to share it with you because 1) it's not one that you sell and 2) on the David Dancey-Wood fan site on Facebook you wanted to hear about which was my favourite print and you were trying to find a jpeg of it. Hope this helps!
This is one of my favourite prints for many reasons. It was one of the first prints we bought (and like you, it wasn't planned, we just happened to walk past Lockwood Studios in Bournemouth and we were drawn into the shop by David's work and have become 'addicted'!).
We've had it hanging in our living room for at least eight years and believe it or not, my Dad only just noticed the frog sitting on the blade of grass very recently!
Fascination By David Dancey-Wood
We have been collecting David's work for quite some time and until I found your website we had five prints (Fascination, A Free Ride, The Clouded Leopard , Contemplation and First Charge ). Now that we've found your site and since I have had a big Birthday recently (which we won't mention!) we are now proud owners of two additional prints, Eddi and Tranquility which are being framed and will soon be hanging in the living room with the rest of them! I think I will need to move house as we are running out of wall space!
Thanks again.
Sandra........................................
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Le Roi des Bêtes était plus malin qu’on aurait pu le penser et, en plus, il avait de bonnes manières ; il savait que la petite souris avait un petit estomac et ne pouvait pas manger beaucoup … Donc, il en resterait assez pour lui !
Une souris qui vole le déjeuner d’un léopard … Vous êtes sérieux ?
Apparemment inconscient de la bête qui le dominait de très haut, le tout petit rongeur s’est emparé des bouts de viande lancés dans l’enclos du léopard africain. Mais, au lieu de bondir sur l’intruse minuscule, Sheena, âgée de 12 ans, a gardé ses distances. Au bout de quelques minutes elle a essayé de la pousser du nez, mais la petite bête, résolue, a continué à grignoter, jusqu’à ce qu’elle soit rassasiée.
Cette scène extraordinaire a été prise par un étudiant en photographie, Casey Gutteridge, dans un centre pour la conservation des léopards en Angleterre (Santago Rare Leopard Project, Hertfordshire). Le jeune photographe, âgé de 19 ans, qui prenait des photos du léopard pour un dossier scolaire, a été ébahi par le comportement de la souris.
Il a dit qu’il ne savait vraiment pas d’où venait la souris. Elle était apparue après que le gardien ait lancé la viande pour le léopard. Ne tenant aucun compte du léopard, la souris s’était dirigée directement vers la viande et avait commencé à manger.
Même quand le léopard s’était baissé pour la renifler, la souris avait simplement continué de manger comme si de rien n’était. Même le gardien a dit qu’il n’avait jamais rien vu de pareil.
La propriétaire du centre, Jackie James, a ajouté : « C’était tellement drôle – Sheena a donné une petite tape à la souris une ou deux fois pour essayer de l’écarter de son dîner. Mais la petite bête, bien décidée, a fait comme si le léopard n’existait pas et a tout simplement continué ! »
La souris a continué de manger le déjeuner du léopard et lui a montré qui était le patron. On peut simplement présumer que Casey a eu 20/20 pour son dossier !
Some readers might think that some of my quests to photograph animals are rather bizarre. My wife certainly does, so they must be right! The quests are rarely planned. Many just seem to evolve, ensnaring me through a series of situations where I end up just having to get that animal on film, or nowadays, memory card. The squirrel hunt was one such quest.
It all started one day in the Luangwa valley in Zambia. It was early morning and we were trundling along a dusty track looking for Thornicroft giraffe. They are the smallest and most attractive subspecies, and one localised to that area. Suddenly, a small furry creature, with tail bolt upright, hurtled across the track in front of us. The driver ignored it and so I asked him what it was.” Squirrel” was the answer, but it wasn’t like the squirrels I was used to. I asked him to stop if another one was sighted. Sure enough, further on, another furry missile launched itself across the road and skidded to a halt behind a fallen tree. The driver also squealed to a juddering halt and I swung into action with my camera, just as the squirrel’s head appeared above the trunk. Umpteen clicks later I felt that a reasonable photo had surely been obtained.
Upon returning to camp I had my first chance to look at my squirrel photos. Great shots of wood, sand, rock and the occasional tail followed. The quest to get a decent squirrel shot was on.
The quest continued when we moved to a tented camp, pitched in mopane glades. Within hours of arriving I noticed small shapes moving silently in the branches above our heads. Yet, even in the gloom cast by the large, leathery leaves, these squirrels looked different to the furry missiles which had earlier crossed our path. The guides informed me that these were bush squirrels. One guide handed over his well thumbed mammal guide and I mugged up on all the squirrels Africa had to offer. I learnt that the word squirrel comes from the Greek skiouros, meaning “shade-tail” and that there are four main groups in Africa: ground, rope, bush and the giant and sun squirrels .Sub species filled several more pages. I digested their characteristics and behaviour, following the adage of know thine enemy and felt confident that the shot would soon be achieved.
I should have known better. Shot after shot of mopane leaves and bark followed. At best I was getting dark, blurred tails and parts of bodies.
Then luck seemed to shine in my direction. For some reason a male bush squirrel, with in my opinion a considerable attitude problem, took exception to my attempts at stalking and photographing them from every angle. Jumping up and down with rage from the branch directly above my head, he hurled abuse at me in a constant, vitriolic high pitched scream. I took shot after shot. The quest had been achieved. Well, that’s what I thought until I looked at the results, shot after shot of beautifully sharp silhouettes. Squirrels two, amateur photographer nil.
Years were to pass and further safaris enjoyed. Squirrels were pursued and photographed, all with the same sorry outcome. Then, out of the blue, a trip to Namibia offered me a chance to finally redeem myself and complete the quest. We were driven to a lodge, for a night’s break, on our way down to the Namib Naukluft Park to see the world famous dunes. The surrounding area was inhospitable, a mixture of sand, stone and apparently little else. I doubted there would be anything worth photographing. Upon arrival, we moved into our room and I gazed disconsolately out of the window. There, in front of me were little furry things, lots of them. In fact, they were all over the place; digging, fighting, sunbathing, feeding, rushing about with tails held high, plunging into and out of burrows. I had apparently stumbled upon a veritable mecca for ground squirrels. I grabbed my camera and took off, unpacking and wife forgotten in the excitement. Could I please get just one good photograph? No I couldn’t! I got hundreds. The squirrels just didn’t care what I did. I photographed them in burrows, out of burrows, standing proudly on their back legs, using their tails as parasols, and even going cross eyed as a fly landed on their head. They even came up and bit my trainers, just to let me know they were there. Okay, I looked ridiculous in the heat of the midday sun, lying on my stomach with my floppy hat rammed against my forehead, squirrels hurtling passed me in all directions, but the quest had been achieved. It was the highlight of my holiday.

All photo's Copyright J Isaacs 2010


The following year I showed David some of my treasured photographs of Damara Ground squirrels, and asked him if he’d consider drawing one for me as we both like quirky animals. This he graciously did, and I am now the proud owner of a superbly drawn ground squirrel, which hangs on the wall in front of me as I write this article. It was a perfect way to complete the quest.