We call this bear the "Canadian Customs Bear" because his stomping grounds are about 2 miles from the customs checkpoint. Friday morning (June 2) he (most likely) was enjoying a late breakfast of blood and guts from a roadkill. Maybe he/she also gobbled up the remains. First we lick the blood off the road and then we settle in to contemplate our claws - - right in the traffic lane.
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