Todayโs Bear of the Day is Salt from Polar Park in Norway!
Salt is a female Albino Eurasian Brown Bear who lives at the park with her brother, Pepper! At seventeen years old, Salt tends to be rather lazy, but is still curious and adventurous at times! #beartwt
@hrrysgreysuit The fact that the ads have to use pictures of her from over 10 years ago should be a clue that she is not camera ready to play any role, especially one as a "vixen".
A truly heartwarming moment Even in the middle of a crowded, chaotic scene, compassion can shine through. A little boy felt lost and frightened, and the guard became his safe place until he could be reunited with his mum. Small kindness, big memories.
UPDATE ON GERALD AND THE CROW SITUATION:
Things have escalated.
I repeat.
THINGS HAVE FUCKING ESCALATED.
For those of you just joining us, yesterday I accidentally entered into diplomatic relations with a gang of crows after Gerald stole my good spoon.
Well.
This morning I walked outside and Gerald was waiting for me.
Alone.
Standing directly in the middle of my driveway.
No screaming.
No hopping around.
Just staring at me like a tiny feathered loan shark who had come to collect.
I said, โMorning, Gerald.โ
He tilted his head.
I gave him a walnut.
He did not eat it.
Instead, this motherfucker picked it up, walked three steps to the left, PUT IT DOWN, and stared at me again.
Message received.
The offering was insufficient.
So I went back inside and got more walnuts.
When I returnedโฆ
THERE WERE NINE CROWS.
Nine.
Yesterday there were seven.
Gerald is fucking recruiting.
And they were arranged in a SEMICIRCLE.
This isnโt a bird friendship anymore.
Iโm funding organized crime.
I distributed the walnuts because apparently I pay protection money now.
Everything seemed fine until one of the smaller crows tried taking two.
Gerald immediately screamed at him.
The little one dropped the second walnut.
I have accidentally created an economy.
Gerald controls distribution.
Thereโs a hierarchy.
There are consequences.
Iโm pretty sure I witnessed a disciplinary hearing before breakfast.
Then Gerald flew away.
I thought we were done.
WE WERE NOT DONE.
Twenty minutes later I looked outside and there was something sitting where Gerald had been standing.
A bottle cap.
A shiny rock.
Andโฆ
MY FUCKING SPOON.
HE RETURNED THE SPOON.
Ladies and gentlemen.
I believe we have successfully negotiated a trade agreement.
Unfortunately, there is now a crow sitting on my mailbox.
So I still cannot get my fucking mail.
I tried approaching.
He puffed up.
I backed away.
That mailbox belongs to the organization now.
At this point Iโm just a tenant.
Anyway, Gerald has officially been promoted to General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, First of His Name, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of the Power Line, Collector of Walnuts, and Regional Manager of Whatever The Fuck Is Happening Here.
Iโll keep everyone updated.
But if I suddenly stop postingโฆ
Gerald found out I told you.
@BarkJack_ This is her MO, her game: We all know she loves to be in the headlines (will she/won't she) she'll allude to something (whether abuse or he didn't buy her a pony) and keep people guessing and speculating.
@RJT0715@LeahRain77 I'll take my chances in court AFTER my wife/baby are safely delivered. No way am I pulling to the side of the road and waiting for EMS to deliver a baby without the training and equipment to handle any and all emergencies.
Taking a moment to put aside all my worries and problems to feel and express gratitude for everything this country has given to me and my children. I'm truly blessed. Happy 250 Independence Day!