part one The pictures here are from days one through seven of Inktober. The prompts are moustache, weave, crown, murky, deer, earring, and starfish. In the days when bears and humans spoke the same language, there was a boy who was best friends with a bear cub who was known only as Baby Bear. The […]
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The bears had almost reached the base of the mountains when they decided to take a rest day. They sang, splashed in a creek, danced and they ate copious amounts of seeds and berries and other fruits. Baby Bear took a hike to forage for more seeds. He felt very hungry and he was craving
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The trail to the mountains had become rocky, and the rain had begun falling. The rocks were slippery, and Baby Bear fell a few times in his effort to climb over the rocks. Baby Bear looked up at the sky, with its grayness and with the large clouds that threatened to unleash a rainy fury.
Lately, I’ve seen bald eagles flying around. And, through pair of binoculars, I’ve seen an eagle’s nest. It’s hard to see, though. I’d get a better view through a spotting scope. Hence, I haven’t tried taking pictures of eagles. Speaking about eagles, they have very keen eyesight. I wish I could be an eagle so
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