Yesterday afternoon I was visited by a black bear. It was just rambling through yards looking for overflowing garbage cans. Alas, it found little other than a few dandelions at my place.
It was amiable, generally ignoring my tagging along and taking its picture. It knew I was there, but it wasn’t concerned. It wasn’t until I looked at the pictures that I realized that this bear wore a blaze.
A blaze is the whitish V-shaped mark on its chest. A large proportion of the black bears in the east wear a blaze; very few in the west do. The last local black bear that I saw sporting a blaze was five years ago.
At one point, it stopped and munched on a dandelion, but the pickings were slim.
Nevertheless, it now and then travelled with its mouth open trying to find something.
Before vanishing into a neighbour’s yard, it stopped and looked back at me as if to say, “You could have been more helpful.”