We stood still – eyes locked, playing the game of who will blink first.
The bear and I.
I was closing up the chicken coops the other night when I looked up and there she was – Mrs. Bear in all her growly big self.
I can tell you, I blinked first. I wanted to run screaming like a school girl. But instead, I calmly called for Boo dog to come and get in the house.
I recalled all the bear education literature I had read when we went to Yellow Stone National Park, some years ago. Don’t run was the first rule. They will outrun you in a heartbeat.
