New Beginnings

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JON & REGINA PHILLIPS/J & G PHOTOS

A January snow covers the forest floor in the Smokies. The cold wind spits sleet and more snow and shoves the 200-year-old yellow birch back and forth. But in the heart of the birch, 50 feet above ground in a clawed-out, leaf-lined den, a female black bear is giving birth to two tiny cubs. “They’re about the size of a coke can when they’re born,” says Bill Stiver, supervisory biologist at the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

Mom turns her back to the cold wind and nurses her cubs. It’s a scenario every new mother knows: In the beginning, the 10-ounce cubs nurse every 10 minutes or so. Mom cuddles them closely, especially in the beginning because they are born hairless. The cubs will be covered in fur in about six weeks, but until then they only have Mom and her milk for warmth.

Mama bear doesn’t have it any better than most mothers. She sleeps when she can but spends most of her time and energy taking care of her new babies. According to Stiver, Mom emerges from her den about three months later, in April—new furballs in tow to greet the Appalachian spring.

Mama bears in the Smokies

As you take to the trails in the Smokies, remember: There’s been a bear before you, and there will be a bear behind you.

About the author: Don Hendershot is a naturalist in Waynesville, North Carolina.

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