That last one is of Mama Bear when she finally noticed me standing out on the deck, clicking away and trying not to giggle as Baby Bear1 (definitely the first born, that's him standing up in the second shot) climbed apple trees and tried to get in the hammock. I don't think she was too pleased that all the apples had been gathered the day before to avoid tempting them (I know this is good practice but it was kind of sad, like throwing your slightly snarly but well-meaning room-mate's favourite dessert out of the fridge), anyway, I never saw them again. But for one glorious afternoon, the garden was full of bears.
That last one is of Mama Bear when she finally noticed me standing out on the deck, clicking away and trying not to giggle as Baby Bear1 (definitely the first born, that's him standing up in the second shot) climbed apple trees and tried to get in the hammock. I don't think she was too pleased that all the apples had been gathered the day before to avoid tempting them (I know this is good practice but it was kind of sad, like throwing your slightly snarly but well-meaning room-mate's favourite dessert out of the fridge), anyway, I never saw them again. But for one glorious afternoon, the garden was full of bears.
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