People sometimes ask me how I can ever leave my house, especially at this time of year when it seems like we have a wildlife sighting every day or so. And it's true that there are days I wish I could just sit at a window, camera in hand, and watch the land come alive. But there are also times when I need to get things done, and I find myself looking more at a screen or a book. Then the phone rings, as if to wake me up...because there's a bear in the yard. The call isn't about the bear, of course; it's not even for me, and I let it go to voicemail. But it's almost as if the universe wanted to make sure I didn't miss something exciting -- and so I didn't.
But just bearly.
(I know, I know, but a bear pun is practically mandatory in cases like this. It was out of my hands.)