If I hadn’t seen it at close hand, I’d find it hard to believe that a huge and powerful animal like this mother grizzly bear could live on…wait for it…grass!
For three consecutive days this summer we watched, from the safety of our kayaks, as she ripped through the thick shoreline grass, at times pulling whole clumps to her mouth with her long and deadly front claws.
Her cub spent most of that time in the forest just above, occasionally emerging to play on the shore, overturning rocks and exploring the intertidal zone.
We kept our voices to a whisper and made sure we were downwind, and it seemed the bears were oblivious to us – except for once, when Momma Griz suddenly strutted down to the water and kept on coming, straight towards us. Yikes! I didn’t know we could paddle our little kayaks that fast.
By the time we dared to stop paddling and look back, we could see she wasn’t the least bit interested in us. She’d simply wanted a cooling soak in the ocean after her lengthy lunch of beach grass. Who could blame her? It was a hot summer, after all.