Around 11 p.m. last night, three bears called on us. At first, I heard noises under the house and thought it was raccoons again. Our heritage house is built on piers and they can walk underneath it and do so, looking for bugs. These sounded like awfully raucous raccoons, though, then Mark looked out the front window and said, “It’s a bear!” Our cat was looking out the leaded glass door, not much between it and the bruin. She had some concerns. Then, Mark looked out the windows around the front door and, lo, there were three of them! I instantly felt like Goldilocks! One was standing on the front step facing the door wanting in… One stood on some peeled logs and another roamed in front of the greenhouse. Then, they sloshed on over to the neighbors with their roly poly gait. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one. They must be hungry, as the berries aren’t fully ripe. Our hillside is covered with salmonberries, so I hope they have something to nosh soon, poor dear things…. Our cat was still getting over having seen an outside cat earlier, then this happened. Rosie was bug-eyed, so we consoled her till she felt better. Later, I glanced over and saw her sleeping in her little bed by the fireplace…. All is well. Lights out.
The Welcome Bears. By John Bennett via Wikimedia Commons
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