Yummmmmmmm. This pretty much sums it up.
Just out of the oven.
Our early warning alarm system in the form of a macaw told us we had company.
Last year's baby, on his own and looking for plums.
This is the plum tree next to our bedroom, and most likely this is the same midnight burglar that was visiting a few nights ago.
Listening... "what the hell is making that noise??"
Trying to decide if it is safe enough to come closer to the house.
Terry was being quiet because she knew we were both aware of the bear.
So it was back to sniffing for plums. By this time Dan had the bb-gun ready for action, and quietly opened the front door and managed to get one shot off. This young bear, not very large, 150 pounds at most but very stocky and well fed, was outta here as fast as four wheel drive and strong muscles could manage it.
And, once again, Mishkin missed seeing a bear. He did come downstairs to see if it was safe once Terry stopped yelling. Good bird.
Sending this blog post to the boy who won’t camp with me because “there’s bears outside”. … Oh wait, that might be counter-productive.