I've been missing you all and wishing for more time to spend here.
But life gets in the way sometimes. It's been super busy around here.
The battle of the slugs continues.
I think I might be winning.
But now I have a bigger battle to fight.
The battle of the bear.
This guy has been visiting me every single day.
In broad daylight.
Nope, not dusk.
But, in the bright sunshine of mornings.
And in the broad daylight of afternoon.
Some of these photos were taken by my younger daughter. She spotted the bear out her bedroom window as she was getting ready to leave for work. I was showering and missed all the commotion, but she grabbed her iPhone and got some snaps.
And some were taken out my bedroom window, when I awoke yesterday morning.
Can you see where he is in this photo? My daughter said he had his front paws up on the tall staircase at one point, apparently contemplating heading up to the upper deck.
Thank God he changed his mind.
I can't imagine what I would do if I looked out and saw him on the deck.
It's bad enough I came face to face with him the other afternoon, when I was in the middle of my cook-a-thon.
I headed out with the watermelon rind, and was going to toss it onto a pile of garden scraps for the birds and critters to pick on.
But instead, I turned the corner and nearly ran into Mr. Bear.
I was honestly terrified.
I started screaming, and ran back towards the house.
I think all my screaming was a good thing, because it scared him back into the woods.
He's not full size yet. He's what we call a 'teenage' bear.
But even at his 'reduced' size, he's huge.
Way too large to make me comfortable.
I've stopped feeding my birds. Poor little birdies. They will miss my seed buffet. But I can't risk the bear trying to climb up on the deck to get the food.
I'm very wary when I am working out in the garden. I'm constantly glancing around, at every little rustle in the trees.
I open my kitchen door to let the dogs out, and I scream "Go Away Bear!"
I'm not sure that will work for long.
But it makes me feel better.
I worry that the dogs will go after him, and he'll turn around and swat them. And kill them.
Sweetie says I'm nuts, that the dogs would tree the bear.
I don't know that I believe that. Nor am I willing to take that chance.
The Monkey is only a tiny little thing. She's really nothing more than a 7 year old baby.
And my old girl, Lily? Well, she's....old. She doesn't quite have the stamina she used to.
Neither do I. And I'm not sure how far I could outrun a bear.