Bruno Returns
We have had four visits in a week from Bruno the Bear. He is beginning to resemble an old friend who drops in now and then.
On his last foray Bruno discovered the lower branches of our little pear tree were plundered by marauding deer. We watched him standing on his back legs craning his neck looking up, up, up into that tree.
Then Bill and I watched the bear’s agile ascent. Bruno literally “went out on a limb” and we could see the tree waving around a bit, and then he dropped to the ground to begin the harvest of shaken down pears.
I am always stunned into inactivity at the sight of a bear in my back yard. It’s like watching a live National Geographic film only we are right here in rural Virginia!
Can you see Bruno in this photo as he was heading home to his forest?
Making Human Friends
Have I told you I am “aquasizing?” It’s a whole lot of jumping around in a pool and supposed to be easy on the joints.
Most of my fellow attendees quietly and even grimly follow the instructor. There is one lady who cracks jokes at just the right moments to make us all laugh. It’s Pauline! She is alert, animated, beautiful, active, kind, and most of all – funny! I have decided I have found a new friend and mentor.
Pauline even led me up a secret grassy hillside to get to the class faster from the parking lot. A shortcut you know. And she looked back to inquire, “Are you all right?”, as I followed her up.
And was I amazed when I learned that Pauline is 90 years old!
I love it that I have a 90 year old human friend I admire so.
Donkeys or Mules?
There are two new additions to the neighborhood. I think they are donkeys. Maybe they are mules.
One is splotched colors like some horses they call “Paint” and the other is almost universally black. Both have very big pointed ears. They almost look like horses but you know right away they aren’t horses. I wonder if they are mules. Never did know the difference really.
These two are always together in the cow pasture and I believe they are there to guard the cows against coyotes (and maybe bears?).
At any rate, they look lonely even though they have each other. I stopped to get a picture but did not capture the full effect of those big sad eyes and only got the rump of the black one.
O.K., I know I am stretching it to seek friendship from two mules.
Times like this I am grateful for those of you who stick with me in cyberspace.
“Good friends are hard to find”.
Virginia Views 