Having Tea with Polar Bears – Part 1

Golden like the sun upon the snow, walking, looking, then back to sleeping. Waiting for the ice, waiting to eat, waiting to live, dreaming the ice, the dive, the swim, the tearing of flesh, the dripping of fat down the throat. To gorge and to do it all again, before the ice melts, before the flowers bloom, before the long wait, before the long rest. Before it starts again. 

Will this bear return to Churchill’s shores in the Spring? With less ice in the arctic, survival rates continue to drop. Don’t let the size of this bear fool you. He’s hungry. He hasn’t eaten since last winter. Without the ice, he can’t get to the seals. Without access to the seals, he starves.

Stillness. The sun passes, shadows slide. The wind blows, shifting flurries. Stones stopped before memory. Waiting. Waiting for the ice to build the path to survival. The waiting grows longer, the bear grows stiller, until, like dust, both blow into memory.

Polar Bears are easy to see in photographs, but without an expert guide and a telephoto lens, we would have missed this guy.

Impatience waits for no one except the Polar Bear. Survival is patience. Waiting for the cold, for the ice, for the hunt. Waiting alone, left alone, leaving alone. Being alone. Patience.

At the end of a day full of searching and watching for polar bears, I empathized with this bear.

Waiting, companions, brothers or friends, but not lovers. Youth escapes them. Adulthood tickles. Soon the ice will come and they will part. One will not return to Churchill’s chilly shores, fallen, beaten, drowned, hungry before the final sleep. The other may return. No guarantees. A brief time together: a lifetime, alone.

Willows break beneath paws, planted, lifting the beast. He looks, knows what we are. He sees beyond the reflected lens, beyond whispers, beyond clicks, and beyond sighs. His nose confirms what his eyes see: He walks away, uninterested, unimpressed, knowing what is.

Polar Bear Alley is a protected area. Humans may visit as long as we remain on the giant rovers that move through the area. The guides and drivers know how to search for the bears. My naked eye only saw the bears walking of sleeping on the shallow ice fields. Bears like to curl up in the arctic willow. It provides protection from the weather, other bears, and us.