Gorgeous afternoon, hot, sultry. I am coated in bug juice, wearing floppy pants and short sleeves. The chickens have been out for the first time since those coyotes came around. I am sauntering down to the chicken yard to take grass to the duck-ducks.
My stride is slow and relaxed. I can hear the neighbours have guests on their deck. I can smell that the dog has rolled in something dead. The ducks and geese are squawking their heads off, which they always do when they see anyone who might bring them grass. I note the sun highlighting the dust and cobwebs on the sleds in the open shed. I note the bear sitting on his butt 12 feet away from the hen house.
Without breaking stride, I turn around and continue back up towards the house while quickly making several mental notes.
- the bear is small, I could probably take him, but his momma would whup me, I cannot see momma but am pretty sure she can see me, so I'm not hanging around.
- the idiot dog has NOT noticed the bear. Note to self, this dog is a fool. But I do NOT alert him as I don't want him whupped by momma bear, although a whupping might smarten him up.
- glance in open hen door and try to determine if momma bear is IN the hen house while junior plays look-out from outside. Since I hear no racket, I don't think she is, but am not certain.
- quick glance to see if any of the fencing is down or buildings are demolished, none seem destroyed
- note bear slowly get up and plod into forest.
Hub was trying to snooze on sofa while I get eaten by a bear. Sorry bud, not going to happen today! I get him to come with me and we inspect for bear damage. Everyone looks fine. We are careful to scout overhead trees for clingers, since bears and racoons and bobcats can also be overhead threats. It's a beautiful day in the nay-bear-hood.
My stride is slow and relaxed. I can hear the neighbours have guests on their deck. I can smell that the dog has rolled in something dead. The ducks and geese are squawking their heads off, which they always do when they see anyone who might bring them grass. I note the sun highlighting the dust and cobwebs on the sleds in the open shed. I note the bear sitting on his butt 12 feet away from the hen house.
Without breaking stride, I turn around and continue back up towards the house while quickly making several mental notes.
- the bear is small, I could probably take him, but his momma would whup me, I cannot see momma but am pretty sure she can see me, so I'm not hanging around.
- the idiot dog has NOT noticed the bear. Note to self, this dog is a fool. But I do NOT alert him as I don't want him whupped by momma bear, although a whupping might smarten him up.
- glance in open hen door and try to determine if momma bear is IN the hen house while junior plays look-out from outside. Since I hear no racket, I don't think she is, but am not certain.
- quick glance to see if any of the fencing is down or buildings are demolished, none seem destroyed
- note bear slowly get up and plod into forest.
Hub was trying to snooze on sofa while I get eaten by a bear. Sorry bud, not going to happen today! I get him to come with me and we inspect for bear damage. Everyone looks fine. We are careful to scout overhead trees for clingers, since bears and racoons and bobcats can also be overhead threats. It's a beautiful day in the nay-bear-hood.