All good old-fashioned fairy tales begin: Once Upon a Time —
So — here we go. Once upon a time there was a little girl named Goldilocks who went for a walk in the forest and saw a wee little house….
Well, we all know what happens after Goldilocks visits the house and eats all the porridge and sits in the chairs and sleeps in the beds: the inhabitants come home!
In this case the house belongs to Goldilocks (she has white hair, but never mind that), and the three bears are OUTSIDE the house, but they’re still close up and personal. I have to apologize for the poor quality of the photo, but I wasn’t going any closer to them, thank you very much. Not the traditional family; this is a single mom and her two cubs, the second of which is behind the first, hidden by the shrubbery. You can take my word for it, though, there are actually THREE BEARS in our backyard in the Berkshires.
P.S. I thought with our move to Northampton we were returning to a more civilized realm, but I was wrong. We’ve already had more bears, more frequently and more persistently, than ever. I just haven’t managed to get any photos of them yet. It’s an awesome experience, actually, and my hands tend to shake a little with nerves —– In Brooklyn, where I was born, there was never any wild life bigger than the occasional dog or cat or squirrel —