Nine black bears, all sizes, lumbering over small hills, piles of debris. Two young ones climbed branches at the perimeter while their mothers looked on, waiting to scold them. The evening sky darkened, birds gave way to the scavenging bears, silent in their retreat.
Cars parked at the edge of the scene began to turn on headlights. Moms and dads stood silently beside open car doors, children dressed in pajamas perched on the hoods of the cars, in arms reach of their parents. Watching, quietly watching. Shh!
Family entertainment in the Minnesota north woods. A trip to the Colville dump.