Barely a bear…
a little bear – really, he was small – maybe a year old and first sighting was me looking at him looking at me through the kitchen slider… We had margaritas for “cocktail hour” – my step-dad, Bill made them and as far as I’m concerned they were the best margaritas I’ve had in nearly forever – none of us skimped and none of us was feeling much pain by the time we sat down to dinner. My chair at the table is the only one that has a view through the kitchen out the back sliding door. Towards the end of dinner I noticed that Kiffor was all excited – not barking, just running back and forth on the deck and sniffing. I turned to see what was causing the fuss and that’s when the bear and I made eye contact – there is that moment that it takes to register that there, in the back yard is a fairly large, if small for a bear, wild animal. I ran out the front door to get my camera from the motorhome – got back in time to take the photos of the bear moving on to the neighbor’s.
Now, Tuesday is garbage day here and so the consensus is that the bear comes through on Monday evening just to see if anyone is getting ready early…