*July 16 about 7:00 am I saw a young bear swimming across
the narrow spot in the slough in front of the cabin. It
might be the same one that drinking from the pond in
Rigmor's front yard a couple of days ago. Then on the way
to Shellbrook a sow and three cubs crossed the highway.
I was unable to get a photo in either case.
"And then I hear
outside, over the actual waves, the small,
perfect voice of the loon. He is also awake,
and with his heavy head uplifted he calls out
to the fading moon, to the pink flush
swelling in the east that, soon,
will become the long, reasonable day."
from The Loon
by Mary Oliver
We changed our route to avoid the area the loon
was obviously guarding.
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