Hello, Bears.

We got back from our trip, unpacked the car of bags and groceries, and plopped down in the yurt. We were chatting and I glanced over at Nathan. Behind him, just out of the window where we can see our building site, in the middle of it, sat a big ol’ black bear. Hello, bear. My eyes got wide and I think I got Nathan’s attention by repeating, “lookie lookie lookie lookie” in an urgent whisper. We stood up and the bear moved nonchalantly toward the forest. I opened the door to make noise to discourage the bear from coming back, (Don’t get me wrong: that bear was beautiful and I’m always half-hoping to see her again, but I don’t want her to get used to human food and get herself into trouble.) and a little cub literally rolled out from behind the big nurselog. I slammed the door and announced, “BABY!” to the entire coastal range. And they sauntered off. PIxie? What was the faithful hound doing? Eating. Walking around. Completely uninterested until they left. The worse part of the event is that the camera was still in the car. So I’ll post a black bear picture swiped from the World Wide Waste-of-time…

~ by catterwonky on August 8, 2008.