bear in the house....it's possible

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It's getting to be bear season around here. How delightful. It means that if we leave the slider open, which we usually do, one is apt to wander in. Yikes. That'll put a little spring in your step!

Last year we were going about our morning and Della looked out the door and noted a bear by the grill. Daddy was washing dishes and looked out and thought to himself... "ah, that sure is a big dog on the deck."

There is a steady banter around here, much of it fiction, so no one leaped out of their skin....at first.

But there he was! And how exciting! Max was johnny on the spot and filmed it all.

Della was moved to write a book about the experience.

The ammonia didn't work. He returned regularly.  We could hear him (them?) snorting around, up above us, in the rocks. It never felt menacing, yet we kept a safe distance. He would keeps tabs on us and seemed to mind the boundaries. And yes, the cat food came in and the grill got cleaned!

Neither of us are going anywhere. We'll have to share this space on the edge of wildness.

I have a feeling there will be a second book in the series.

We'll keep you posted.

Things like this remind me that I am, most definitely, a Durango mom!