Forlorn Orphan Bear cub
I met Booboo on a cold, snowy November morning. He was curled up like a woolybear catapilliar, asleep twenty feet above the ground, on an outstretched arm of a maple tree. By the time I returned with my camera he had tumbled to the ground, acquiring his infamous wound. This photograph shows him dazed and confused trying to ascertain what possibly could have gone wrong.