Bearclaw Valley Bees, bees, bees - everywhere - bees!

Forward dated to a time, when puppies can venture outside for a little while. All are welcome. 12th May.

Life was more or less back to normal again. All that Nunchuck cared for was being warm and being fed, regardless of who provided it all, therefore she did not grieve for the lost mother and readily accepted the substitute and found comfort in her father's protective embrace.

After having mastered the art of seeing (focusing her eyes was sometimes a challenge) and crawling, where she wanted to, the next step was getting up on the still unsteady and inexperienced limbs. And the brown puppy was not the one, who gave up, once she had made a decision.

With many tumbles, falls and rolls behind her there came the day, when she was able to amble around the cave. Not very fast and not very gracefully, reminding more like fat piggy-bank on small, stout legs rather than the agile wolf she was going to grow up to be.

And then came the day, when following a bright and warm ray of sun that had found it's way in the den she inhabited, the little girl took her first steps out in the wide world. It was so different from what she had been used to up until now, that she forgot, how to coordinate her limbs for a moment, and plopped down on her bum, while looking around with squinted eyes and mouth slightly agape.