I was going into bear withdrawal. I hadn’t seen the beary-boos in a week; not since they showed up at just dark at the bottom of our deck steps. After seeing them nearly every day, either near my yard or under their Bear Tree, it was very disappointing not to see them.

This morning I had gone out to scatter bird seed and decided to clean up the spent shells that had accumulated. I was busy sweeping away, bent on my task. When I straightened up I saw Ursa, Minor and Major standing in my driveway, staring at me. They were still a decent distance away and for some reason I just wasn’t worried. I crooned softly to them and told them if they wanted they could come over and get some when I was gone. They just stood there. I went back inside expecting them to come to the feeding station, but instead they decided to go back into the woods. At least this gives the birds a chance to eat before they decide it’s safe to come back and the weird woman who talks to them is gone.

More later ... maybe ...

UPDATE
They did return and here are the pics. Doris stopped by too, but only after I didn’t think I’d have another bear visit today and put out some cheese popcorn that I didn’t care for. Oh well.

Ursa’s beautiful head

A beary butt

Minor

Major

Look at those claws on Minor! Yikes ...