Hungry Little Orphan Bear Cub

We had to go over to the coast (Enumclaw) this week, as Roger's father passed away and there are many arrangements that need to be made. While we're there, I've been spending my time between Chad's house and Kristel's house, a few blocks away. While walking "home" (Kristel's family rents our old place) from town today, I stopped by the game warden's house. For years, he was always bringing home "strays" from the woods; our kids went down to see fawns and . . . most often  . . . bears.

Today Bruce stopped me and asked if I wanted to see the bear cub he had collected. I rushed down to collect the grandkids and Kristel, and we gathered around to see the little guy and hear his story. Sadly, the warden had collected the cub from someone's porch (not in our area). Apparently, his mother died before hibernation and the cub had been wandering around ever since--cold and hungry (and sleepy, I imagine). Our kids, so Bruce claims, will be the last humans to ever see the orphan. He is headed to a bear haven for the winter, then he will be released into the wilderness next spring. We wish him all a happy, healthy new life!