Who's counting?
Winter is aging. Maybe your metaphor is cheese or wine, mine is a favorite song. Whatever the likeness, there's an implicit satisfaction and enjoyment. I love winter.
Black Bears are ambivalent towards winter. I'd like to think they'd rather enjoy the season, but alas, with too little food there would be too much suffering. And so, they sleep, and wait.
Well, most wait. The pregnant sows work while the boars snooze because they are now giving birth, usually to twins. And predictably those drops of furs want to nurse, and nurse, and nurse. So mamma attends to her obligations and the future ensured.
In about three weeks meteorological winter ends, in about five astronomical winter ceases. How many bears will awake in the Hawkeye State? Who's counting?
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