Picture this place with your mind’s eye. It is a valley in the majestic Redwoods national nature reserve. The valley is surrounded by towering mountain peaks covered in snow with thick pine forest on their lower slopes. In the valley sits a hill. The hill is sparsely wooded with one ancient and tall giant redwood tree dominating all the other fir trees around. Icicles hanging from the branches are slowly melting in the spring morning sunshine, dripping onto the fresh green grass surrounding the tree. At the bottom of the hill runs a stream. In the height of summer it is little more than a babbling brook, home to sticklebacks and tadpoles, but today it is quite deep and fast, swollen by the melting snow.

Now if you look carefully, at the foot of the redwood tree there is a dark shadow. Look closer and you will see that the shadow is really the entrance to a cave. You could not tell from the outside but the cave has been home for a female bear and her cub while they hibernated through the long cold winter snows. While we are watching, a large bear’s head appears at the entrance to the cave and peers cautiously around. It listens for a moment to the sounds of the birds singing in the trees, welcoming the spring. Then the bears head disappears back into the cave.

Inside the small cozy cave, a little bear is sleeping on a bed of soft dry grass and moss. She is most unusual for a brown bear in these parts, as she has a badge of white fur in the middle of her chest and white fur on the tips of her paws. Her mother tells her that there is some polar bear in the family way back on her father’s side, a great, great, great grandfather from the lands of ice and snow far away to the north.

A big paw gently shakes the baby bears shoulder.

“Wake up sleepy head,” the mother bear whispered into the little bear’s ear.

The little bear snuffles and yawns but then curls.

“Wake up Aries, come on now, rise and shine. Spring is here at last and I for one am absolutely famished.”

Aries slowly rolls onto her back, stretches her arms above her head and opens her eyes.

“Hi Mom, what time is it?” she said in a sleepy voice.

“It’s April”.

“Now let’s be moving little lady. We’ve got things to do, places to see and friends we haven’t spoken to for months. I wonder if my sister and your two young cousins are awake yet? Probably – those two rascals can’t keep out of mischief for long.”

Aries sat up immediately excited.

“I am just ooo hungry Mom. What’s for breakfast?” She asked.

“Well now, that depends,” the mother bear replied. “I expect we will start with some fresh grasses and juicy clover, some roots and maybe if we are really lucky, I just might be able to find us a big fat ant nest.”

Aries pushed past her mother and charged out of the cave.

“Oh goody, good, goody…” she shouted.

“Wait a second. Wait for me…” called out her mother. Too late. Aries was clearly in a hurry to discover the world.

Mommy Bear shook her head and chuckled to herself.

“Just opened her eyes after a whole winter asleep and already charging around the place like a crazy caribou. Where does she get the energy?”

Aries came out of the cave at full tilt, tripped over a tree root and tumbled head over heels down the hill.

“Whoaoa”…She cried.

Aries landed in the stream with a huge splash and for a split second disappeared under the water. Climbing quickly back onto the bank, she shook herself vigorously, spraying water in all directions then stuck a finger in each ear to get the last water out, just as her mother caught up with her.

“Wow that was chilly,” Aries said. “If I wasn’t properly awake before, I certainly am now!”

Mommy Bear reached out a paw and tousled the fur on Aries head.

“Don't be in such a rush,” she told the young bear. “Seriously, don't get too far away from me. It can be dangerous out here for a little bear alone. Some bears can be very bad tempered when they wake up after hibernating and you don't want to get on the wrong side of them. They don’t call them grizzlies for nothing you know.”

“OK Mom, I’ll be careful,” promised Aries.

“Now if my memory serves me correctly, the tastiest clover will be down in the valley,” continued the mother bear. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be the last bears at the party now do we?”

She set off following the direction of the stream, down the hill and into the valley, with Aries following close behind her.

“Sure thing Mom. Err…What’s clover? Come to that, what’s a valley? Can I eat it? Like I said, I’m soooo hungry.” Aries had a lot to learn.

On the far bank of the stream, two big green frogs saw the whole thing…

“Whadya make of that performance then?”Asked the first frog.

“I’d have to give it 7 out of 10 for technical difficulty but just a 2 for artistic impression,” replied the second frog, as if he were a judge in an Olympics diving competition. “When it comes to artistic impression, well, frankly bears suck.”

“Yup,” agreed the first frog. “Too big a splash when she entered the water. No finesse. Bears just ain’t got what it takes when it comes to water sports. To be fair on the big hairy guys, we amphibians are a hard act to follow.”

The second frog nodded in agreement, flashed out a log tongue and expertly swallowed a passing fly without moving his body, then executed a perfect dive into the water, leaving barely a ripple.

“Now that was sheer class,” the first frog proudly declared to nobody in particular, before diving in after his friend.

The next morning found the bears still following the stream but much lower down the valley. Here the snow had already gone and the valley was lush and green. Gently sloping fields of grass were fringed by fragrant pine forest.

Several bears were dotted around the valley, some with cubs in tow, and the mother bear put a gentle paw on Aries shoulder pointing to one of the big female bears eating clover at the edge of the forest.

“Look Aries it’s your aunt Ethyl,” she exclaimed.

She waved both her arms in the air to attract the other bears attention and shouted over to her.

“Hey Ethyl. It’s us.”

The two bears ran together and hugged.

“Hey sister, it`s so nice to see you again. So how was winter?” Ethyl asked.

“How would I know? We slept through it the same as you did,” the other bear replied. Ethyl then turned to look at Aries.

“And who is this young lady with you?” She asked.

“Surely it can’t be Aries? My you’ve grown since I last saw you.”

From just inside the forest a pinecone came flying through the air and hit Aries firmly on the back of the head.

“Ouch!” she complained, and picked up the offending object, studying it closely. Ethyl and Gentle turned to see where the pinecone had come from and saw two male cubs much bigger than Aries coming bounding towards them from the tree line.

Ethyl let out a long-suffering sigh. “Oh, no. Here comes trouble.”

“Bor and Bru behave your selves! Come say hello to your aunt and cousin.”

“Hi Aunt Gentle,” the cubs said together. “Hey cousin, nice to meet you”, said Bru.

Bor pointed at the large white patch on Aries chest. “Wow, cute fur cousin. How did you get the white markings?”

Aries puffed out her chest proudly. “I am part polar bear on my father’s side. My great, great, great grandfather came from the far North,” she told them.

“Interesting,” said Bru. “But not as interesting as what we just found in the forest.”

“Yes, we found an old dead log just inside the forest and it’s just full to bursting with ants!”

His brother added. “There’s enough for everybody. Come on, what are you all waiting for? Let’s go before some other bear finds them.”