May 8, 2024
Last night as I was settling down in front of the TV, a young bear marched around the porch and into the back. I got up to watch. Though I found sign, it’s been nearly two years since I actually saw a bear in my garden. He explored the perimeter, took a dip in the pond, came out with a lily pad in his mouth, which was evidently not to his taste. I wanted him to linger, maybe bed down for the night, but he was on the hunt and proceeded with efficiency out the hole onto Lakeshore again. It gladdened my heart.
Much planting before hard rain.
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