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Exterminated in the 19th century, Lynx lynx had disappeared from Western Europe
50 years ago, it was reintroduced in the Jura mountains
However, the Lynx remains an endangered species
He gave back the spirit of the savage to the buried forest
I was a kid when I learned the return of the lynx in the Jura.
This news made me dream.
I imagined myself looking for him,
hide and observe it.
Just installed in these mountains,
I walked the ridges
and the valleys in search of the feline.
It's been years now let me track it
and i start just understanding life
of one of the animals the most discreet in Europe.
Everything starts during the love season.
Calls of the male lynx
It's been several days that I am the trace of this male,
he keeps calling.
In this season, Lynx are said to sing.
The rutting season is almost over
and given the size of its territory,
it is not certain that he finds his female.
Calls of the male lynx
The female lynx responds.
Male and female lynx calls
What an incredible encounter!
Observe these solitary animals and so discreet together
for a few moments...
Their territory is so vast
that they will not meet maybe not for months.
Leaves quiver.
Before the return of the lynx, the forest was no longer renewed.
Chamois and deer gathered together
to eat the young shoots, stunting tree growth.
This is why foresters wanted the return of the feline:
replace the essential role of the predator in our undergrowth
so that it regulates herbivores.
In the mountains where the lynx roams,
the forest has regained its spirit.
calls of the lynx
Even if he does not take what he needs,
see the lynx i know withdraw life
reminds me that nature
is not just a wonderful setting populated by adorable creatures.
The stakes of life and death are present everywhere.
At the beginning of spring,
the valley shines.
Herds of herbivores have dispersed
and young buds grow vigorously.
grouse, capercaillie,
rodents and owls, everyone benefits from it.
To be able to observe them,
I melt my turn in the forest
to become invisible. I play hide and seek
with these timid creatures.
The lynx is fine
the master of this game
and i never know when I see him again.
The bushes of service tree, of hazel tree,
beech and honeysuckle are impenetrable in the spring.
I have a crazy pain find the female
and it's almost by chance I come across her.
Seeing her rounded belly,
I understand that it is not a meal she seeks,
but a lair to put it down.
As I haven't seen the lynx since two months,
I'm waiting near its prey.
Each day, I await its appearance.
It whistles in the chamois.
It's the alarm.
Chamois hissing
The male is not there by chance.
He comes for the birth of goats.
It ensures natural selection. The least attentive
the least adapted, the sick
will be the first to get chewed up.
He knows perfectly his territory.
The habits of its prey recesses for ambushes,
rest areas. He knows decipher if a new smell
is that of a prey or that of an intruder.
Even more unreachable in the rock faces,
I discover
another predator.
Falcon's Cry
If the forest is the domain of the lynx,
the sky is the one of the peregrine falcon.
He almost disappeared too,
but he's protected now
and come back to nest in the cliffs.
I explore all the valleys
and I find myself at the foot of the tallest tree
of the Jura.
This tree, several hundred years old,
it's quite a story.
He witnessed the destruction of the forest,
of his rebirth and the return of the first lynx.
And it's not far from there I make my greatest discovery.
Little cry of the baby lynx
Human screams
Even if the lynxes share easily the forest
with humans, mother's maternal instinct
pushes her to change lair if proximity becomes risky.
Foresters talks
Foresters didn't notice anything,
focused on their hammering.
Here fir trees, spruces, maple, ash
are monitored, selected.
They save old dead trees
Who serves habitat or food
to wildlife.
They take the most beautiful trunks and leaves
an irregular high forest
to allow to life to prosper.
We call that "a gardened forest".
The humans left,
danger still looms.
Like me,
the vixen watches the slightest sign of the lynx.
For her, It's a question of survival.
Since the birth of the babies,
mother can't walk away from his new lair.
This reduces his hunting territory.
Roe deer and chamois got used to his presence,
they are becoming difficult to surprise.
But the mother is experienced.
It's the first time that I manage to see again
the mother with her kittens
from that they have left their lair.
At 2 months, they are now able to follow
and discover new smells, new sounds
and new tastes.
The mother is attentive
to the little female more independent
who explores the surroundings.
The two small males, them, only think about playing.
It's the father.
I had never seen them all together.
I wonder how much the male plays a role
in the protection of children.
I get to know
the male: his habits, its regular visits.
Now I'm coming to see him once a month
at strategic locations.
He patrols to control the limits of his domain.
He knows some the smallest details.
trunks where he scratches,
the barks where he rubs his cheeks,
strains where?it marks its territory.
I realize that this forest path that I took
a thousand times marks an invisible boundary.
A barrier of odors
than the male watch carefully.
It's the one-eyed man,
the nearby lynx.
He comes regularly control this border,
check if the places are always busy.
Intriguing music
The smell is fresh
and it would be dangerous to venture further.
Losing his second eye would be fatal to him.
But I know the pressure remains strong for the father of the kittens.
In autumn,
I explore the wooded meadows.
humus and humidity
fill the nostrils goats in heat.
I haven't seen lynx for 3 months,
but these very excited buffs
and distracted are easy targets
for the predator.
The nervousness of goats attracts
my attention.
It's the male
but he is not hunting.
The day before,
he will have taken advantage of the second carelessness of this big goat
too much in love.
Nothing will be wasted.
It will take several days to consume such a feast.
Then he will go hunting elsewhere to be forgotten.
Distant Rumble
The kittens have already grown well.
The mother leaves them alone
more often to go hunting.
Chain saw
The lynxes are mainly nocturnal
and that's all part of their life
which escapes me.
The owl hoots.
At night the noises are
just as mysterious than silence.
The owl screams.
disturbing music
Distant gunshot
melancholic music
call of the lynx
The young male was only 5 months old.
The poacher who shot him knew
that he risked a heavy sentence by shooting a protected species.
That's why that he abandoned her.
In the heart of winter,
the mother seems to repeat of attention for her 2 little ones.
By following them, I guess
each person's personality.
I dare not project human feelings,
but difficult not to see the curious girl,
the more fearful young male,
the mother, attentive and calm.
The male watches more regularly
the bottom of its valley.
After the one-eyed lynx, a new intruder is on the prowl.
It seems more and more common in recent weeks.
The new territories become rare.
Around the Jura, the environments favorable to lynx are distant
and difficult to access
natural passages for join them almost non-existent.
The male must redouble his efforts to keep his territory.
My passion asks me
great moments of waiting and months of frustration.
But remaining
often offers me unexpected shows.
In the middle of winter, lynx territories
redesign themselves.
The love season is approaching.
The males
come out of their domains to conquer the females.
Over time, I get attached to these lynxes
and every time that I find the male,
I feel reassured he could keep
his territory.
What resilience to live in such a difficult environment!
An animal cries.
It is a cry of alarm.
Eyes watch
between branches and trunks.
From squirrel to jay, from fox to deer,
solidarity between species expands
when the predator is on the prowl.
The quest for the lynx
takes me far beyond of my childhood dream.
It's a different world from mine,
but I discover common points :
The strategy, diplomacy, alliance.
This form of intelligence is difficult to perceive
and only reveals itself to the rhythm
a walk, waiting, perseverance.
The snow will soon to disappear
and soon I won't be able to find fingerprints.
I| I will need look for other clues.
The remains of this deer allowed me to find
the mother. I knew that she would come and pick it up.
Fox Cry
They have grown well.
independence time approach for young people.
Their mother does not let them anymore feed first.
She becomes less patient, less tolerant with them.
I feel a certain shyness in their first mops.
It's a pivotal time for them.
They discover these new landscapes
that they will soon have to cross
to emancipate.
Fox Cry
Find your new place life is not easy
in these fragmented lands.
Is the territory lynxes which is crossed
by the roads
or the roads that cross lynx territory?
The second brother was only 7 months old.
calls of the lynx
Over the seasons,
I learned to recognize each individual by his traces,
his voice,
his spots or his character.
These last months,
I noticed the attachment that the mother bears to her young.
Not the slightest trace of the father since weeks.
I wonder if he is still alive
or if he got kicked out.
The mother lingers on the marking areas,
as if she detected a new smell.
Long growl of the lynx
What an impressive cry! I had never heard before
the mother hiss like that.
I wonder if she knows this male
or if she meets him for the first time ?
The curious young person approaches like getting to know each other.
I do not understand to this situation.
I still have a lot left to discover on the feline.
Scientific friends are looking also to understand the life of the lynx.
Tonight they found prey in the territory of the female.
Around the dead deer, they stretch cables
that they hide under snow and leaves.
When the mother returns to its prey,
she does not see the trap which they handed to him.
Asleep,
his state of health checked,
biologists teach me
that she will be released several times hundreds of kilometers.
She will participate in the rebirth of a new population,
as before his ancestors in the Jura.
In Western Europe, lynx
reproduce among themselves,
what is dramatic for the survival of the species.
Inbreeding is a danger
without gun or road,
but which probably constitutes the greatest of all.
Scientists want to remedy to a difficult situation,
but their relationship to the lynxes
is different from mine and I'm confused
when I see the female leave which I followed for a year.
The young female finds himself alone at 8 months
and I wonder if she will survive
dans ces montagnes trop hautes, ses for阾s trop vastes,
this too deep valley.
I resume my research,
but I can't find any trace of the young female.
And then, at the end of winter,
she appears as if by surprise.
She got away with it.
Now, she must find a forest.
His forest.
But the great masses are split,
the inhabited valleys by a species without embarrassment.
His quest for territory
pushes her to cross dangerous areas.
Now that she has changed valleys,
I no longer know where to look for it.
I don't know his habits.
Randomly
from a chamois approach, I find her briefly.
She always seems in search of territory.
His choice is not easy.
He needs a domain with prey, refuge areas
and without the presence from another female.
Now, I am looking for the young female
in places less frequented.
So I fall on a rare sight.
A brood of grouse
which has just hatched.
Roe deer cry
For 8 months,
I have not seen the shadow of the female.
I expand my research near homes.
And there...
She has changed a lot.
She lost his youthful figure
to transform into a splendid predator.
She found herself a territory which is full of deer.
She is finally home.
Driven by neighboring lynxes, she chose a domain
located at the edge from that of humans.
And for now, she doesn't seem to mind.
I don't know if these walkers realize how lucky they are
to come across an animal so difficult to observe.
How beautiful it is to know that a predator lurks in our forests.
whatever if you hardly ever see him,
his presence restores the hope of a cohabitation
possible between humans and nature.
Since a few weeks,
I notice new tracks in the snow.
A very discreet young male roams the region.
call of the lynx
How frustrating!
I hear the male for several days in an inaccessible valley
and the female disappears
to calls without me being able to follow her.
Lynx are doing well their nickname "ghost of the woods".
The period of love is almost finished,
I have never seen the male before
and I lost the female since more than a month.
And then, one fine April evening, here it is finally.
This new suitor who made me cringe
so many weeks without ever observing it.
His youth sweats in his behavior,
but he already has the charisma of his species.
It's funny to me to see the young female with this male.
She got away where so many other lynxes fail.
I followed her for almost two years.
And for a brief moment,
I have the impression that she knew.
I never saw the father again.
The last time that I saw the female,
it was an evening in August.
I'm thinking back to this handful of enthusiasts
who made me dream when I was a child.
These vanguards who by releasing lynxes
have been able to re-establish a balance between prey and predators
so that the whole forest takes advantage.
A simple and natural solution which proves to us
that it's never too late to rectify past mistakes.
Without them,
this story would not have taken place.