Ursus Americanus.
We were in the back yard with my Daughter and her husband when my Son-in-law said: "there goes a bear!" Lucy, my beagle, got very excited and I looked up quickly enough to see the small bear retreat to the forest at the edge of the property.
Dusk was falling rapidly, but I heard a rustling in the oak above me as I walked softly into the woods. There, on a branch, was the bear! He was straddling the branch and raised his head when I approached. He was young enough that there should have been a Mother nearby. Perhaps the recent storm caused him to be separated from her. I wished the little fellow a pleasant rest as he settled down on his branch.
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