I’ve had rogue bears around before. I thought (proudly) that I had developed a resilience to what used to be recurring thoughts of terror and fear following a bear episode. I soon relaxed after the bear incident recently.
Everyone, myself included, returned to life as normal. I gardened, we fished and played. The company left.
Hubby has now found a pile of bear poop by the garden.
Oh boy…this guy isn’t moving on. We are part of his territory now. It was a fairly fresh dump. I expect it could be a day old since it wasn’t emitting any obvious smell until I moved it (peeooo) with a stick. It looked like it had dried somewhat and was a dark blackish color.
Once I had moved the pile it fell into familiar pieces. I could see the shape of berries in it. I saw a Saskatoon (hence the purple-black coloring). So that’s why the Saskatoons I saw earlier disappeared! I just thought the birds were getting them. There was another berry. I looked hard at it for a while. I knew that shape…ahh…chokecherry. What?! I’ve planted chokecherries for jelly, birds……and bears!
I’m going to have to be careful in the early mornings and nights,pick or eat all the berries for a mile, carry protection…maybe even a decoy treat… I hate this. I’d rather have the life of ‘unknowing bliss’. I’ll have to go back to peeking around corners before I proceed and stopping to listen for movements in the bush and checking out the odours in the air…I hate this….(weep).
Sidenote: Why didn’t the berries digest fully?…weird… This is normal says Hubby because they don’t really chew their food they just glutonously rake it in. Even oats goes through them whole.
What a complete waste of my berries…grrrr. Where’s a gun?