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The bear house
On first look behind these doors, eyes widened in awe at the nearest cage – inside, a massive 280kg brown bear, staring sadly back. Directly to the left, five more cages of various sizes holding five moon bears and further down at the end, another, smaller brown bear and a moon bear. To the right, two more brown bears. Our team had expected this mix of bear species but were shocked to the core by the rusting, dangerous cages, the bears staring out with dull eyes, swaying back and forth, anxious and in pain.
The team quickly assessed the situation – how to move the bears, who to prioritise for health-checks, how dangerous were the cages. The stench of filth, waste and decay was palpable. And then there was the cold – as the day gradually warmed up outside, the temperature remained frigid in this bear prison.
On either side of the bears – more cages, now empty, with several of that most vicious of devices stacked high on top – the brutal metal jackets, sad, depressing evidence of the degree of torment these bears have endured. The appalling effects of these jackets became all too clear as the health-checks progressed later in the day, and the team knew that many of the bears had worn these heavy contraptions for many years and had had them removed by the farmer just hours before our arrival.
The empty cages stood as stark monuments to bears past and reminded the team of those bears they could not save.
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