A lone Caribou bull graced Deer Island and Bear Island a few years ago. No other caribou was sighted, and he had one path he followed like a ritual. He'd appear like a magnificent steed on a small knoll on Bear Island across the small harbour, carefully make his way down to water level, and swim across. He's make ground near our cabin's slipway, shake off the water, pause, and look towards his path before trekking on. I patiently waited for him to make his way up from the cove to see him in all his glory. He gave me a kind look, flicked his ears, and turned towards the path to carry onward. An absolute magical moment in nature. Deer Island, Southwest Coast, Newfoundland and Labrador | August 2022