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Brown bear, brown bear what do you see? Melbourne Zoo, April 2011.

The brown bear can weigh from 300 to 780 kilograms – that’s more than eight times me – and at its largest rivals the polar bear as the largest land-based predator in the world!


I see Henry and Ezra and some bloke with a camera. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011.

This one is a handsome beast that particularly caught Ezra’s eye. While Ez marvelled at its bulk and dexterity on those rocks, Henry was more taken by the fact that it was eating carrots and lettuce!


Ursus arctos, Ursus arctos quis operor vos animadverto? Melbourne Zoo, April 2011.

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Hi! Kris...
Wonderful pictures all Of a brown bear that..."can weigh from 300 to 780 kilograms – that’s more than eight times me..."
It's so cute and yet at the same time can "rip" your head off in one quick..."swope!"

"I see Henry and Ezra and some bloke with a camera."
(Laughter!)

"While Ez marvelled at its bulk and dexterity on those rocks, Henry was more taken by the fact that it was eating carrots and lettuce!"
Interesting!

The quote "rings" so true!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Carola said…
Wonderful writing? Laugh, laugh.
Great, these creatures are so awesome.

Try to imaging seeing one in the wild. I know you Australians can, because you live with so many dangorous animals.

In the Yellowstone National Park we did. On a backpacking hike, in two walking days distance. On a meadow, the grizzly bear (Ursus arctos horribilis) was bussy surching for ground squirrel on one end of a meadow. We stood on the other end, opp. 50 meters away. This bear could not smell us, the wind was coming from him. For sure we were afraid. All four we stood together, thought about what to do if he would come. Climb a tree? Who first?
Even to know that you could see one, (you prepare your camp for the night, make noise (bell) while hiking), it is a rare possibility. They are shy, don't like the smell from humans or theire noise.
The bear waked away.
And we did too. From time to time we turned our heads?
Kris McCracken said…
At least the Blogger thieves haven’t stolen these comments! Maybe the bear scared them off…?

DeeDee, they are wonderful beasties!

Carola, I’m not sure that I’d sleep too comfortably with great big bears roaming about!

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