Den up, already

Last night, 5:30: Woody was on the deck and started barking like crazy. Dean looked out back and there was a bear, standing in the back yard checking out the deck. He ran off when Dean opened the door. Me: “Damn, I guess I’d better take the bird feeder down.” But I was busy and forgot.

Last night, 7:30: “What the heck is that funny noise on the deck?” A bear, trying to get into the bird feeder I had forgotten to take down. He wasn’t as smart as the last bear that got into that feeder. That bear very nimbly took the feeder down, took off the top, tipped it up and ate the contents like it was a pixy stick. This guy couldn’t figure it out and just kept pawing at it. He ran off when Dean opened the patio door. Yes, I took the bird feeder down. But now it has a whole bunch of scratches and dents in it from the bear paws.

It’s snowing today so maybe they’ll den up for the winter soon. In the meantime, the poor little birds will have to make do with what little nature provides this time of year.