May 12, 2014
Gee, the Canadiens – Bruins game is about to come on. I hope this isn’t an omen.
This evening I looked up while walking to the garage and there it was, placidly grazing on grass in a wet spot in the field, happy as a clam. It was upwind of me and didn’t seem to have a care in the world, though it moved very quickly when startled by a noise on the road on one occasion.
After a long while it made its way over the fence and into the neighbour’s quarry at the top of the drumlin.
This was a first. Bear spray is now on the shopping list and night-time perambulations will require caution for a while.
Regarding the omen: my wife pointed out that this bruin went away, so maybe things are now looking better for the Canadiens. We’ll see.
7:43. Les Habs just scored. Bet called from the kitchen, “What did I tell you?”
UPDATE: 13 May, 8:13 a.m.
I examined the area of the field which had held such an attraction for the bruin last night. The grass didn’t amount to anything there, and it didn’t touch the ripe cranberries on the bushes nearby. But there were thousands of dandelion buds. Picking them one-by-one would produce the grazing action I watched from some distance away. The one I tried didn’t taste bad.
So our fierce, scary bruin was picking dandelions in the field.
But a dogwood growing along the fence likely wouldn’t share my Winny-the-Pooh treatment of this fellow. Apparently it’s mating season, so the torn bark on the bush might be a valentine to any sows in the vicinity.