Consuela, Coug and Mr McKrekor heading for the Lake for some serious dinner. Ever so often a long walk is called for, especially since Spring has arrived.

The fish are plentiful and it is nice to share a meal with friends away from our regular hangout, Lilian’s place. What or who is this following us with a steady trod? A squirrel, nosy fella, but he is not a fish eater so he is not invited.

Hope he keeps his distance, look at him run with those little legs, wonder how he made out on April 19-20 when a shock wave in the solar winds hit the Earth magnetic field, sparking a strong G2-class geomagnetic storm and a rare “electric blue” aura that was visible to airplanes over Canada and some of the northern States of America. There it goes, guess we can’t ask. Read more …

So here I am.. Consuela… finally up for the Summer. This wakening up and going back
to sleep just isn’t working for me any longer. It is still below ZERO some nights and
much of America is snowed under and ungodly cold. I am in Tumwater, WA and no
complains. Almost right away I made a new friend, we are both in a situation where we
have to watch ourselves because Humans find us dangerous, want to relocate us and
some even call for our death. Read more …

Consuela here, is that you Mr McKrekor? I can’t see you but I can tell you are roaming
around me again. People sure think our friendship is an odd one, but so be it.

I just started waking up and exploring my surroundings when i ran into this crazy little
fella. He said he was a ground-hog and was expected to predict the weather. I asked
him if he knew you and he wasn’t sure, he said he had, however, encountered some of
your relatives earlier in the year and inquired if it was safe to try and reside in the same
area as last year. They thought the world was not so safe any longer for man or beast
and he would have to make his own decision about that. Since everything got so over
regulated we can only be responsible for our own choices unless we want to be
associated with beings and species somewhat savory and trapped in their own dilemmas.
They called it the “way of the present world.”  Read more …

It got a bit wet in my slumber place. I thought I was in a deep sleep but soon
realized that Mother Nature, thanks to my Human Co-inhibitors of the
Planet, truly suffers from Climate Change. So I decided to move around a
bit, poked my head out of the burrow I had dug for myself and saw a familiar
creature. MY, it is Mr McKrekor, Lilian’s friend who I met last year. He was
a bit startled to see me so early in the year, guess he was wondering where my
young one was, except I was a bit too young this time around and have to wait
till next Winter to become a Mother. Read more …

Who ever names a bear Consuela… you guessed it. Lilian. I had only stumbled
out of my resting spot momentarily when I heard a lot of commotion and barking
of dogs. Big dogs I assumed. Lilian swooshed them away, at that time she had not
seen me. When she did she let out a frightening welp and I let her know I was not
there to harm her. Somehow she understood me and with that our friendship
began. She is a strange Human and insists Bear is one of her power animals in her
totem. I am glad this way I can move about freely.

I am not resting so well these days, being pregnant is not my cup of tea, 180-270
days before giving birth and in true bear fashion Dad left as soon as he thought he
had mastered his task of impregneting me and I fetch for myself. I notices how
many human children are also without their fathers, except they do not fare that
well. Read more …

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Mr MCKREGOR rendering a watchful eye and ear as to the going on’s since last time I
reported. Said task has become harder with almost constant storms blowing me around
and not only in the PNW, it is ugly everywhere. It has become somewhat dangerous to
be a member of the Bird Family, (No pun intended) especially in November.

har·vest
1. The act or process of gathering a crop.
2. The crop that ripens or is gathered in a season.
The amount or measure of the crop gathered in a season. The time or season of such
gathering.  Read more …

October, October Mr. McKrekor says. My feathers are ruffled, what a month it has
been!

For a minute I thought everything was transpiring smoothly, bordering on boring
because it all appeared to deal with the same subjects… depending who was having the
conversation and all of a sudden…. things went stellar!

Lilian displayed her weirdest mood we have ever seen her in, to the point I wanted to
find myself another place to live. Moody does not describe what she was experiencing it
was just wild. Grant you she was very upset when she found out that she was allergic
the the Medical Clinic she visits and I don’t want to undermine the fact she almost
choked to death for the 3rd time but PLEASE help me….. I have a family to look out for.
Not to mention that we were in shock when we discovered our “BABY” turned out to be
a Kookuk …. We have adjusted to the idea we are different and Multi-Birdel, I guess
why we felt it was a good choice to remain with our Human Friend Lilian…. Just look at
us… Read more …

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