Saying Hello to Mom

Bears, it seems, are taught a social etiquette when dealing with Two-Leggers.

A kind of Ursine “Don’t talk to Strangers” me thinks.

This affable matron – and my apologies for not noticing this during filming (filming??? Oh, how 20th century, Joseph!) – is, we suspect, the mother of the lads offered in the past few videos.

The good news is she’s healthy and happy.

The less good news is her sons (and perhaps a daughter I didn’t notice at the time) told her about the good chow at Chez Carrabis.

And she didn’t even leave a tip.



Being Dissed by an Unnamed Bear

We experienced an abundance of Bear a while back.

I offer “abundance” and recognize we see them as singlets.

Bears rarely meet and mingle except for purposes of procreation.

(ever wonder about procreation, recreation, and what they share aside from a root. The former is forward – pro – the latter is static – re. We recreate ourselves, our brands, our leaders, and…yeah, okay, I suppose sometimes we design them either by chance or by choice (that’s “pro” again).

Bears, when they’ve completed their forwarding tasks, go off by themselves. You’ll often see a sow with her cubs – and don’t get between them – and even then, she’ll send males cubs off on their own at the end of their first year, definitely by the end of their second.

Some tell me Two-Legs are the only ones who’ve made a game out of procreation and such statements, to me, show great ignorance of…something. Language or biology, I’m not sure which and probably both.

Enjoying sex is fine. Enjoying sex with the purpose of procreation is also wonderful.

But most people I know who play at sex do so taking precautions to insure no offspring result.

Indeed and with the exception of certain audience segments, resulting offspring usually results in a decrease in play sex.

And meanwhile, this unnamed fellow enjoys our feeders.


A Healthy Young Lad (and such an appetite!)

As mentioned last week, we have a new guest in our yard.

Thus far we’ve not impressed with his table manners.

No idea if this healthy young lad is a descendent of either Horace or Lucien (more on that in future posts, me thinks), and the comings and goings of Bear are, let it be known, a not to be questioned.

I mean, two of them are in the northern sky, so you know they’re watching…