Yummy Grass.



In the Sound we pulled into a lagoon and John's dad spotted a black bear on the shore. He had his head down and was eating the way a one-year-old eats a birthday cake. He was moving his head from side to side and chomping like he was eating the yummiest dinner he'd ever had. Then he looked up and watched us for a while. His mouth was full of grass. He finally turned and loped off into the woods.