ONE BEAR PER WEEK

Have you ever seen mi pawns? To have an idea, put together both thumbs and stretch your fingers sideways. Do you see how wide your ten fingers and two hands become? Well, that's the size of just ONE of my pawns. Now, try to type your next blog posting with such devices. It's like trying to hold a butterfly with a boxing glove. That's why I write only once a week, unless I end up swimming for days in the sea, looking for a decent chunk of ice to rest and sleep after chasing seals without good results.
Now that October is around the corner, we bears must go to town before winter settles in. And town for us is Churchill, a tiny spot in Manitoba. Here are few lines written by Jamie Doward on a Sunday edition of The Observer: "Churchill describes itself as the polar bear capital of the world, and if it wasn't for the bears it would struggle to exist. The town is a testament to the way eco-tourism is now big business, a force for regeneration. In October, Canada's bears start their migration north into the Arctic, where they devour seals with abandon and nearly double their body weight. Situated on the south-western edge of the mighty Hudson Bay, the town lies slap bang in the path of the bears as they head for colder climes. The huge mammals can move at more than 30 mph, even those that weigh more than 1,000lb (70 stone) and stand 12ft tall on their back legs. They look semi-comatose, the result of having not eaten for months, but the merest whiff of food will send them charging across the ice."
Now just to scare your socks off there are some horror stories about bear attacks. It's true that for us bears a human is a tasty snack when there's nothing else around to eat. Hunting seals is getting harder these days because of the thinning ice up North. On top of this, a seal will never approach a bear. On the contrary. But guess who comes around with a video or a photo camera in hand? Not a seal but a human. And, of course, we are not going to eat the camera. (it's REALLY hard to digest) But we are hungry. And the humans are there, sleeping inside the tent. The spirit is strong, but the gut is weak. And by the way, why are we not getting our regular, traditional meals? Because of the Grasshopper Effect! So, please, don't blame us. Consider yourself tasty indeed. Think of this when you drive your car. Alone. And there's a bus, public transportation. Who knows, if you use more public transportation, in the long run we wont need to hunt these furless humans thet venture in our vast lands. If you use public transportation at leat once a week I won't eat you. I promess that with my big paw around your shoulder.