The sun is out this morning. I was helping load things in the truck when the backyard supervisors sprang to life, barking and running around in circles, looking for the Captain or me.
“Probably a raccoon,” the Captain said, but we headed in the direction of the fuss anyway.
The supervisors barked more bravely now and stuck their noses through the fence towards the intruder.
I followed their line of sight and yelled to the Captain, “It’s a bear!”
Then I ran for my camera. I think the Captain probably thought I was running away from the bruin but I didn’t have time to worry about that. I had to get that camera, and fast. I know these visiting bears don’t hang around long once they’ve been discovered. But first, I had to do add some inadvertent drama to the show. My shoe caught a vine as I ran for the house. It was a vicious tangler and didn’t let go when I shook my foot as I kept running. That ended in a face plant. Thankfully that part of the yard, somewhere in behind that big tree in the top photo, has soft mossy ground, but it still hurt and I couldn’t get up right away. My knee and my neck felt broken, but it turned out to be nothing but old age.
Somewhere in the back of my mind images formed of bears chasing those who run (even if it’s to get the camera).
By the time I got back with the camera, the bear was already thinking it was time to leave. The supervisors, tasty morsels though they might have been, had been sent into the house, so why hang around?
One last-ditch, hurried effort to try for a picture only caught a dark blurry shape(front and center) with two small round ears perched on the top.
The supervisors are continuing their naps in the house for the morning. They always stir up too much trouble when we let them out.