An adolescent bear was right outside the front door this morning. Its reddish, light-brown coat looked beautiful in the rainy, gray light. Unfortunately I did not get a photo. I was too busy telling Bonnie that yes, this was something I wanted her to let me know about. Then wishing it would hang around eating grass in the yard so I wouldn’t have to mow. Then remembering that I needed to try to impress upon the bear that people and their houses are not good places for bears to hang around. Then it left and I couldn’t get a photo.
Jessie intuitively knew about bears. She hardly ever barked, but for as long as she could hear, anytime day or night that there was a bear outside she used a special, very quiet, “woof-woof.” Her way of saying, “There is something outside you should know about, but I don’t want it to know I am in here.” Not that she was a wimp. Once when she was visiting a friend and a bear walked in the back door she barked it back outside. She just preferred to avoid confrontation if possible.
After two and a half days in the boot my foot feels better than it has in many months. I am sure I will get sick of the boot soon enough, but for now I am happy that it seems to be working.
how did you know it was an adolescent bear? was mom near by rolling her eyes and threatening to take away the salmon for a whole month?
bears. COOL! scary and deserving of my respect, but… COOL!
It was bigger than a baby bear and it was smaller than an adult. No mom around either.
Wow! Where do you live? It sounds like my neighborhood here in Yellowstone!
Southern Colorado, in the Sangre de Cristo mountains.