Napping

Winnie was back to her usual place just after lunch and a cub  - a different one from yesterday - came to rummage among the pots behind her, for whatever was under there but, apart from opening her eyes when the cub touched noses, she ignored it and slept on. 

I didn't notice when she left but she returned near teatime and settled on a slightly higher spot (left photo) and remained there through a heavy and prolonged downpour (right photo), face tucked in and ears flattened. What wonderful insulation that pelt must give.