A couple of days ago Herb spotted one. I carefully eased out of the coach and approached slowly. He simply stood there, looking suspiciously in my direction.

I was coming closer and closer. He seemed to be trying to make up his mind about me and my intentions. I spoke a few words, but that didn't impress him at all. I began to wonder if he was injured.
I kept on coming and eventually he fluffed himself up andtrotted off a few steps.


He was getting nervous now. I tried to be as non-threatening as possible. But to say my reflexes are slow is to say bears really do that in the woods.
Anyway, by the time I could really get a good picture, he was ducking behind a bush. Oh, well.
