We Definitely Have A Bear

Terry first spotted a bear in our yard a couple weeks ago. He was all freaked out, and getting on my case for not being more worried about it. He asked our friend who runs the wildlife center what to do about it, and didn't like his answer: the bear poses no threat to any of us, we should just take a picture if we see it again. That's what I thought. We hear about problems with other wild animals, but I don't recall anyone have a problem with bears.

Terry is not good at identifying animals, so I wasn't completely convinced he actually saw a bear until I saw it, too. Although the first time I saw it, it was out on Jones Mill Road next to our neighbor's farm. All I saw was its backside, since it was afraid of the car, and it was running down the road ahead of me. I thought it was adorable! It doesn't run that fast, I had to practically stop the car to let it get away without giving it a heart attack.

Today, the bear was running away from my car again, but this time in my own driveway. He started running just as I was rounding the corner away from the house, and I didn't see where he ran to hide. I'm guessing it's the same bear, we've been here six years and it's the first one we've seen, so unlike deer, I don't think the woods are crawling with them.

The bear is between three and four feet tall when it's on all fours. I'd guess it weighs in the neighborhood of 300 pounds or so. It's got gorgeous black fur. It would probably make a great rug if you were into that sort of thing. We prefer a more formal traditional decor in my house, I bet Terry would have nightmares if I came home with a bearskin rug. I don't have any place to put one, anyway. Maybe if we built a cabin, but why would we need a cabin?

I got sidetracked, didn't I? I really don't want anything bad to befall the bear, the thing about the rug doesn't occur to me when I actually see it since it's pretty cute alive. Of course, that is my opinion now, when the bear hasn't done anything to make me mad. If he dents or scratches the car or something worse I might change my tune. But I suspect the bears around here are the peaceful eat-nuts-and-berries type of bear, not the break-into-the-house-and-raid-the-refrigerator bears like they show on those animal shows on cable TV.

I keep forgetting to charge my cell phone, so the camera on it doesn't work, and I haven't had William in the car the two times I've seen the bear, so I didn't have my camera with me (I take it with me when Will is around, in case he does something particularly cute). I will continue to keep my eye out for the bear, and hopefully I'll get a picture of him next time.