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BEAR COUNTRY The mountain I call home is not mine alone, there are deer, moose and red fox to see. Coming as a surprise to these very old eyes was that it is also big old bear country. I heard the hooting, thinking it was an owl who perhaps had sat too long on a limb. Then I was told by a very good friend of old that it was a bear and I felt pretty grim. I'm used to frogs, chipmunks and dogs, wild turkey, and even the birds and bees, I love the sound of the loon with it's tune and the red-headed woodpecker in trees. But a big old bear can give me a scare as it lumbers across the neighbors' yard. I can't feed the birds, bears like birdseed. I need a trusty dog who will stand guard. A big old black bear doesn't have a care and it thinks the woods are his to roam. People like me still invade his territory and will make ourselves right at home. Now I shun the night, right after twilight and I make sure that the door is locked. A bear on my deck I don't really expect but what if I am what he has stalked? I don't cook bacon and I don't fry fish or anything that would smell real good. I respect his wish to eat lunch with me but hope he goes back into the wood! The mountain I call home is not mine alone, there are deer, moose and red fox to see. Coming as a surprise to these very old eyes was that it is also big old bear country. Countrymom 6/9/07 . |