It was like a weather map, in my dream, only it wasn’t tracking high and low pressure systems. The color coded markings on this map of North America indicated the routes of grizzly bears.
The lines on the map squiggled all around Montana. A few lines headed west and some trekked a northerly route to the east coast, as if they took the freeway. This was exciting new information! Who knew griz migrated so far? Nobody knew. Just me, in my dream.
What does it mean?
It means the weather map is the most interesting part of the local news. It means I need a road trip.
It means it’s that time of year when we say, Let’s go look for bear. Mr. Raven and I headed north one evening looking for bear and found two. Two! Almost like we knew right where to go. Timing is everything.
One big, beautiful bear crossed the road ahead of us. It might’ve been a grizzly, it was so big, but we didn’t get a good enough look (fumbling to get this bad photo) before he disappeared into the woods. It’s pretty coat was dark underneath, fading to golden up top.
Down the road a piece we spied a little black bear, moseying along the edge of the road.
It was too dark by then to get a bad picture, but he sure was cute!
More scenery from that excursion. Elk and deer in the fields.
Today I was excited to see the Sandhill cranes not far from my house. I’d heard them, I knew they were close, but today I finally got to see them. 🙂 I bet they have babies nearby.
Daily Prompt: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.