Early Summer Walk

Late afternoon on Friday, I took a walk. Here's what I found: a snail. a weed. a blue geranium.

And then, there was this little guy.


Can you see him?


The story: We came to an intersection of two small trails, and Zeke went nuts. Suddenly, there were two brown blurs crashing through the underbrush--one was Zeke, the other, I had to assume, was a bear. I rounded a corner and found the littlest bear cub I've ever seen climbing frantically up a thin-trunked Hemlock. He stayed there for an hour, quivering. Mama never came back when I was there, but I imagined a teary reunion just after I left. At least I hope so.