We had just come in from working out in the yard. I started making dinner, mixed myself an evening cocktail grabbed a handful of nuts and sat down to relax for a minute. I looked out the window and saw the shepherds hook go crashing to the ground.
I jumped up screamed BEAR! I can’t really explain why, but I threw my handful of nuts into the air – they went flying like confetti in every direction. You’d think with all that drama Mr. Cottage would at least get up out of the recliner.
You’d think wrong.
His response was “what in the world are you talking about?”
I grabbed my camera, and took these photos through the cat door.
About this time Mr. Cottage steps outside the door and starts yelling and banging together pots and pans.
The bear ran about four steps, seemingly unfazed moseyed over to another pole with a feeder and WHACK! He took that one down and proceeded to sit next to the picnic tables and have his own private picnic.
It took a few warning shots from a 22 to get him to leave. We have been having trouble with a bear coming in the night the past month or two. I bring the bird seed in at night and make sure everything is secured. I never expected he would show up in daylight, and then not be afraid when we yelled and banged the pots and pans together.
We called game control, they don’t work weekends.
We spent the rest of the weekend looking over our shoulders while we worked in the yard. Isn’t he/she scary amazing?
What an exciting weekend. How was yours?