After his mother chased him away, Bernie
enjoyed a simple life off the grid, but acorns, berries, and grubs grew boring
and harder to find, and they didn’t always suit his digestion. Then winter
struck and froze his butt. Also, he thought he’d eventually find company in the
wild, but others who shared his freegan, opportunivore ways shunned him. Ran
from him, in fact. Were afraid and thought him loony.
So, Bernie finally quit living in
the forest...
"Bernie" [1000 words] was accepted for a April 15, 2016 publication by the Dark Mountain Protect, an international post-environmentalist/artistic network, in their bi-annual journal, in particular, Issue 9. Read a DMP description of the volume and find ordering information HERE. You can read the story free HERE. UPDATE: 9/19/16: The story was published again, this time at the Rapid River Magazine.
I made the photo of the cubs on our land in Jones Cove on May 4. Mama Bear hung out in the tree with them for a while, then climbed down to patiently wait in the field across the creek.
ReplyDeleteThe skull in the photo in the first entry in this blog is of a bear I killed in my yard after it attacked a beehive.
ReplyDeleteThis happened a decade ago.
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