Each day holds a surprise.
Melissa and I have been with Mom this week helping take care of the many things that require attention when a family member passes. It has been a busy few days, though I managed to take Mom to Damascus last night for a little relaxation at their annual fireworks display (Melissa left last night to join a friend in the mountains of NC for some much-deserved down time). But, I’m sorry she missed this morning’s surprise.
A little before 6 a.m., I heard a loud thud. I was lying there, listening, worried that Mom had gotten out of bed and had dropped something, or worse. I soon heard another, louder noise, but it reassuringly sounded like it was coming from the deck. I assumed it was the raccoon that occasionally raids the bird feeders, so I got up and looked out the window…it was not a raccoon! There was about a 200-pound black bear walking around on the deck. I grabbed my phone and went into the living room, hoping to document this event, when he decided to stroll down the steps. I ran back into where we sleep and took this fuzzy, out of focus iPhone picture out the window.
What impressed me was how natural the bear looked going down the steps and eventually crawling over the fence. He has certainly done this sort of thing before. It seemed to disappear down toward the river, a nice travel corridor if you are trying to avoid humans this time of day.
We have been filling feeders only in the morning, which means they are always empty by the time evening rolls around, figuring that is less enticement for the roving raccoons. But, the bear had not gotten the memo. Still, he checked out all the possibilities, but leaving relatively minor carnage at the feeding stations. A suet feeder had been ripped off one side, but the hot pepper suet remained untouched. After lifting the hinged lid to one feeder, the bear snapped out the plex panel. I think I got to the living room window about the time he realized this restaurant must be closed, and so he wandered off the deck, climbed the fence, and headed down to the river.
Had he only wandered around front, he might have been able to join the other critters feasting on the spoils of several fruit trees that line the driveway.
Every morning, while sipping my coffee, I see several deer, rabbits, birds, the occasional fox squirrel, and some ground hogs out along the field edges, especially under the many fruit trees that are starting to drop some of their heavy load of apples, pears, or peaches…a bear banquet in the making.
When I went back inside, I noticed I had thrown on an appropriate t-shirt for the occasion. Happy Fourth of July everyone!
What a fun way to start your 4th of July. Thanks for sharing this adventure.
Indeed! The bear was about 4 feet away when I looked out the living room window.
You are blessed with being in nature and noticing her and nature is blessed with you – and your mom, too. Thanks. Am in the NC mts (Vilas, near Boone) and loving the 63 degree temps. The chorus of birds at dawn was outstanding!
Thanks, Melva. I agree with these mountain temps!
So sorry for your loss, but spending time in nature (even if it is from a back porch) is a good way to provide some temporary distraction, calm the heart, and be assured that life goes on.
You are right about that.
Thanks for the marvelous post! ‘A special hug for your mom.
Good thing he kept moving along. Pretty cool that he stopped to check out your feeders although I would not to have liked being on the porch drinking my morning coffee when he showed up!
Well, I must be kin to bears as I really enjoy their company😎