So here our story begins.

In the thick of our beautiful national park.

Jam Ram Park.

Where the lovely river, Jamima, is life blood of all ecosystems,

probably ever.

There is over at least ten species of animals that live here. Most of them eat.

The wooded areas are home to creatures like birds and there are a lot of animals that graze.

Most of them also eat grass. Which is abundant on this planet.

Ah yes, the river Jamima herself!

She is home to several fish. Fishes? Um…

They are all exotic shades of existing colors that you would normally see fish sport.

And not basic at all, because

Mother Teresa, is a wonder.

Erm sorry, I meant Mother Nature.

Mother Nature is a treasure—Wonder.

Ahem.

Mother Nature is a wonderful treasure?

Yeah. That works.

…Now for the star of the show…

And there he is!

Bernard.

A magnificent juvinile grizzly.

Just two weeks since separating from his young cub life and on his way out into the world.

Much like a new blood college student, this is the first time his hunting skills will truly be put up to the test. He is absolutely starved from his recent hibernation of 12 hours, something we humans call night, so he has quite the attitude. A little hangry fellow.

He makes the thirty yard trek from his former family’s cave to good ol Jamima for the beginning of our adventure.

Bernard is alone...

If you forget his mother and younger siblings twenty feet downstream fishing.

He looks into the river as the anticipation builds.

His first mid-term has approached; catching dinner on his own, apart from a family hunt.

He coils like a spring ready to pounce.

He lunges!

The tricky salmon gets away

just barely.

Devastating.

Now soaking wet, surely Bernard burns with shame, most likely feeling the disappointment of his mother not twenty five feet away. How utterly embarrassing.

But Bernard is not giving up just yet.

He carfully wades deeper into Jamima.

He stalks his prey as the wood around quiets and watches him make a second grab at a fish.

And…success!!

Satisfaction.

He has caught a salmon. A very, very basic colored salmon.

But something is wrong…what is he? Is he…crying?

Bernard seems to be mortified over taking this fish’s life. This might possibly be the first time I can claim that bears sob. A full out tantrum. Oooh, ouch. That log didn’t deserve such a massacre.

Oh he seems to be calming down now.

He walks from the river and shakes his stunning pelt spraying water everywhere.

Bernard paces as he thinks about what he’s done. He seems to—wait he’s leaving the fish on the shore. He…has put himself in a corner? He is staring quite intently at that rock there.

He paces, seemingly trying to hype himself up to confront his meal.

He makes his approach.

He gets closer.

And….he’s running away?

Very speedily indeed.

Bernard runs away faster than I do when I hear my mother in law is coming to dinner.

Oh well. I suppose Bernard is better off a vegetarian.

Good show everyone and thanks so much

For tuning in.

We’ll catch you next time for

The mood swings of a gorilla in her teen years out in the wetlands of Idaho, Nebraska, of the Asia provinces.

Have a wonderful evening.