I overslept this morning. I did not get up until about 7:15, which is late for me. After I put on my robe, I slipped into my office to turn on my computer. I also looked out the window, as I often do.
The day was gray and overcast, with rain. I could see the mist and drizzle, the water making the grass grow almost before my eyes. I also saw something large and black heading up the side of the hill toward the oak trees. At first, I thought it was a cow, since we are presently pasturing them near the house. But I quickly realized it was a black bear.
I called for my husband. "There's a bear!"
The animal was moving fast. This bear was not moseying. It was heading towards its destination with purpose.
The black fur stood in stark contrast to the green pasture. I was so busy admiring the animal, I did not grab a camera. This bear had no mange and obviously was healthy. It was also quite large, one of the biggest bears I've seen in a while.
It trudged swiftly up the hill and onto the knoll. For a moment, it sniffed around an oak, and I began to grab a camera, but it moved on and then disappeared out of sight into the woods.
Even a gray morning can shine when it begins with something wild and wonderful.
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| This was not the bear we saw this morning. I took this picture of a bear in 2021. |
*This post was written by me in its entirety.
A bear came in our camp one year at Sequioa and brushed against our tent. You could smell it. I was scared @#$%! but stayed quiet. It got into the one box we left out that had pots and pans and when the box fell it scared it away. You could hear it going through the camp breaking things. No more tent camping in the mountains after that!
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