The pain-in-the-ass midnight marauder that plagued us in May, trashing our bird feeders, has returned. This time the bear also did a number on our garbage cans. This means that not only do we have to resume bringing in the feeders at night, we'll also have to store the stinky garbage cans in our little barn, which is also my woodworking shop. Life up here in the Far North is difficult, difficult, difficult, I tell you.
That doesn't look like the same bear! The one on your May blogpost is big and shaggy and doesn't have those white spots on its chest.
ReplyDeleteYou're right about that. So we have bears, not a bear.
ReplyDeleteThe only mammalian visitors we have by day seem to be deer, gray and red squirrels and the odd skunk, one who hasn't read the rules that skunks are to be nocturnal only.
It's just a matter of time before the moose, wolves and cougars in the rest of the county come to call.
Henry - I have never taken a good picture of a bear. The Ojibwa say that the bear carries the souls of their long dead ancestors and thus can never have their image caught on film, or JPEG format, as the case may be.
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Bears? No thanks! I had a baby possum (O-possum to you non-Southerners!) in my garbage can one day last week. The lid long ago disappeared, & the can was next to a few concrete blocks, steps up to the can ... Having poor eye-sight & in morning's semi-darkness while waiting for the paratransit bus, I thought my eyes were playing tricks! A neighbor was outside early, took my white cane, gingerly tipped the can which shortly started rocking, then ZIP!!! Out Baby Pogo ran.
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We are STILL being plagued by Mr. Bruin. The other night we forgot to bring in the feeders and put the garbage can in the barn. The result: Two wrecked feeders -- one in the back and one out in front -- and a traumatized trash barrel.
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