I'm even trusted not to steal the skillfully hunted shrews carefully laid down side by side for a special occasion.
With a distinctive whimpering sound, she called one of the cubs out, encouraging it to investigate the couple of shrews at my feet. I felt honoured to be introduced.
Nervous at first, a bit of food laid out on the usual 'feeding rock' soon had it bounding around with confidence.
Mom was obviously really hungry and was keen to eat in peace for at least a little while. The cub kept its distance fearing a disapproving bark.
Eventually though the smell of the food got the better of it and he crept ever closer.
Mom looked despaired for a moment, she was obviously very tired...
... but then decided to share.
There was a bit of extra food put down that night to make things easier.