A city girl's search for heart & home in rural Nova Scotia.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Good Morning Graze
An unexpected, and delightful, sighting on Route 321 this morning, as we headed to the woodlot.
This photo really doesn't do justice to the peacefulness of the morning, the fresh green of the field, and the detail of the bear's face.
We knew the cub was in the tall grass so I whistled and it poked its head up. When Dwayne made a bear call, the cub ran off towards the woods.
I think I heard the mother bear mutter, "Damn paparazzi."