Today will for many mark a watershed in their existence, the ‘Eurasian Brown’, the European Brown Bear or even the Grizzly as they may also be known, commonly nests down in natural caves or in purpose dug dens in the period of late October, early November.
Having stocked up on food and consumed around 90 lbs per day during the spring and summer periods when plentiful food sources exist, these apparently greedy creatures now hampered by turning weather conditions and missing species of prey, prefer to seek sanctuary from the harsh reality of winter.
Fattened and healthy, they shun the thought of slugging out a depressingly difficult period, they bed down and say goodbye to the world and ‘hibernate’ for a period of several months, five or six long months is not uncommon for a brown bear.
These bears really are only interested in the good times but then who can blame them, we all hate the struggle that comes to us all at varying stages of our life, we mostly all prefer summer to winter and we all know and dread any feelings of discontentment and of frustration.
Brown bears however have an altogether more stark and sinister reason for being as comforted, as warm, as content and as safe as possible…sadly, 50% of all brown bears die in their first year of life.
Oh how I feel for the Eurasian Brown, how I respect them so.
There is another bear species more populous in Europe than the Eurasian, well in Scotland at least. In fact this very species is most prevalent in Scotland and is very much at home in urbanised regions even in exceptionally cold, dark winter months. So much so in fact that it can survive in the concrete jungles man has constructed far more effectively than in forest meadows and mountain ranges like the poor Eurasian.
Like its fellow bear species who exist in the worlds colder regions however, this year may prove too challenging, this winter already signifies a period of great discontent for the species, rations are at a premium and life seems ever more precious and they appear entirely and justifiably aware of their own mortality…just remember however that 50% of bears in Europe don’t survive their first year, the statistical analysis would endorse their pessimistic view on life.
Also like its fellow species, the Scottish bears are known to be commonly sighted during rich periods of harvest, marching proudly in summer months and filling up on the rich pickings available but not quite so keen to see out the challenges of life’s leaner spells.
Nope, this species, Common Govan Blue Bears, really are good time creatures only…they are only ever happy when life deals them a loaded hand, stacked strongly in their favour, they are greedy and grumpy creatures and they are set to disappear from view in their masses, they are to hide from the discontent of this severe looking winter, they may even fail to survive their formative first year…they really don’t have their troubles to seek.
To the Govan Blue, I however have no respect and little sympathy, if any at all.
You see, the Govan Blue, has caused widespread damage to its environs and to that of all its furthest flung travels, it has bullied and attacked all the vulnerable native species even though they are not natural sources of food…no they sought to wreak havoc for not for survivals sake but for sport. They used to anyhow, today however they are struggling to cut a worthwhile existence and any bullying is done merely to survive, life is nowadays being judged on at most a month-to-month basis.
Dare I suggest that having been born in August, this first year of life for a particularly regionalised bear cub known affectionately as Broxi, may prove too harsh, he may succumb to any number of threats…certainly rich pickings are over, scraps must now sustain this hungry, greedy and naive young creature.
I will try to keep tabs upon him, though in light of recent battles which leave him scarred and scared, I suspect this creature may duck for cover and may become ever more elusive and that he may seek sanctuary in parts of his habitat I dare not to venture into.
Bears round Ibrox and Media House are particularly distrusting now, particularly grumpy and defensive…I wish not to add to their woes…I only wish to report upon the facts about their increasingly vulnerable existence and dwaining sense of immorality.
I actually see it as my sense of duty to do so, the fact that I take great joy from doing so is neither here, nor there.
It seems certain to be a discontenting period for young Broxi at the very least…watch this space.