We were visiting an Animal Reserve on the coast of Oregon. It was full of all kinds of species that were indiginous to that area. What intrigued us the most was the variety of baby animals who had been orphaned for one reason or another.
Kelsey and Shae loved it. They had a petting corral that you could go in and sit with the babies and a Reserve employee would give you the run down and history of each little one.
The family favorite was the bear cub. Scott and Kelsey were totally engrossed. They held the wiggly little guy, they fed him a bottle, they rough housed with him. He was a brown bear whose momma couldn't be found.
Addison, on the other hand, was not fond of him at all. She stood on her tip toes on the bench beside Scott with a very fearful look in her eye. We tried to get her to pet the little bear and she would only touch it with one finger and then pull away. Kelsey and Scott romped for about fifteen minutes. It was so fun watching them. Addison was happier behind the fence with Shae and I.
Shae was a little small for the bear cub, but she delighted in the baby possum. She would touch noses with him and nuzzle him while he sat snug in an old knitted beanie. She was very interested in his tiny little teeth. I guess she figured he was just her size.
I wonder what happened to those pictures? If I ever dig them out I'll have to post them.
That day was a memory that the girls and their parents will cherish.
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