....the ghost of Xmas past.....
but as we near the longest night of the year in the N. Hemisphere..
in the nwNorthCarolina foothills...
High 50sF and rain for days, up to almost 70F...so he sat quietly, bored....cleaning his paws....
But today, as squirrels gathered the fallen Red Oak, White Oak acorns, the Beech nuts, and other forage seed...
Grandpa Bear awoke with a start, as his foul mood this past week was as far gone as the recent snow flurries that actually didn't land to ground...
Grandpa Bears lull made him hungry with cold approaching ......
Pops was fed well with a bunch of maple kindling with red oak bark for breakfast and then a White Oak 1/2 round 13" across and 20" deep to cruise for daylight...
Grandpa bit a log the size of a Florida gator...and it ALMOST fit....two other 'chainsaw day' rejects were offered as the colder night approaches, but his stomach was grumbly...so....
A single Red Oak block was split into threes, it was actually only 14x14in wide. maybe 30" long......lol....fits sideways with room to spare....
lots of room....
as the overnight calls for 30F, the Old Bear silently gnaws some trees, and feels Winter's arrival,
down by the trees between two falls of the river..