There she was. My first polar bear. She was lying on the ground, having a nap. We didn’t seem to disturb her, despite all the flashing, clicking of cameras, and continuous “ahhs” coming from the buggy.
Then there was movement. A head lifts up, alive. She slowly assesses the situations, hearing the clicks and shuffling of snow pants inside the buggy. She decides it’s time to stretch. Out comes a paw, a long drawn-out yawn. More clicks of the camera, more “ahhs.” She’s bored. She lies back down. We are hungry. We move on.
My first polar bear.
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