Looking Up

I love being surrounded by the tall trees of the northwoods, especially the old pines. Several years ago we had a young bear coming into our yard, more of adolescent than a cub. He had no sense of being afraid and would appear in late afternoon. One day I was looking up into the tall pines, as I often do and there he was looking back. We took out all our bird feeders for a week and he disappeared. Hopefully he found somewhere safe, but more appropriate for a young bear.