Ghosts of the North

Listening to Robins herald Spring this day I think about the ghosts of the north. I first found them last October literally lolling about the day waiting for the freeze over in Hudson’s Bay. Finding their webcam, well not THEIRS, but of the locals, I was hooked line and sinker, and even accused of being a Polar Bear stalker!


I will admit if you were on me email list I did overload it with screenshots of “oooooooooo look! Mummie and cubbie, or if you’re online RIGHT NOW log in ‘cause they are cuddling!” I’m surprised they didn’t block me (insert rolling eyes emotie here). I won’t even discuss the calls to coworkers whispering “wanna see a polar bear” then having them rush into my office, oooing and awwwing at the delight.


A friend had his sons watching one afternoon and soon his entire block was watching. Just imagine young lads running from home to home banging on doors, excitedly yelling “the bears! The bears! Quick !!!!!” Even their school was logged in studying the ghosts of the north. These solitary creatures waiting for ice to form so they could travel to their northern home.


The last day I logged in, there was one mum leading her youngsters out onto the ice. Slowly they moved away from the cam, but her majesty took one look back and I felt she was saying goodbye. After that the cam went offline. I hope she’s living well and her family is thriving.