The Bushes Wiggled...

My sister and her husband live up in Colorado, outside the Springs, on the Palmer grade. It's pretty well developed, with lots of people, houses, cars, and dogs.

And a bear or two (cuz where there's one, there's often another)...

Last summer, they were noodling around and my Sis said she suddenly felt someone or something looking at them. Looking around, and out the window, they saw the Visitor. She grabbed her trusty camera and the following images are the result.




The title refers to an old family joke, of which "The bushes wiggled" is the punch-line...I am not enough of an ursinologist to know what that broad band of gold fur across 'her/his' shoulders means, but it is a glorious color...