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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.