Yesterday, we went up to the pasture after dinner to look in on the horses. They were grazing. Midnight’s head came up and his ears swiveled forward. I looked where he was looking and called out “Bear!” There was a smallish black bear with tan markings booking it like a bat out of hell through the meadow just east of the pasture. The others saw him, but by the time we got over the low hill he had long since disappeared. He was heading from north to south, from somewhere near Registration on a beeline to the Stupa heading between Shotoku and Red Feather.
It seemed an odd place for a bear to me, right in the middle of the valley between two major campuses and human habitation all around. He must have been scared, because he sure was trucking. I have never seen a wild bear before. The horses weren’t frightened at all. Maggie didn’t even stop grazing.
May the bear find a nice place to live with lots of food and be free from suffering (and stay out of our tents.)