We set the game-cameras up before heading off to Canada earlier this summer. Mr. Linton picked a likely spot where the beavers seemed to be active, making sure NOT to choose a tree liable to be harvested by those busy creatures.
On our return to the Would-Be Farm, I connected the camera with the computer, downloaded hundreds of images and started paging through.
There's a slide-show in it, but seriously, check out this furry buddy...
A black bear. Holy heck! And not a small guy, either. I will be singing even more cheerfully while I harvest the wild raspberries this week, one way and another.
9/16/2015 11:01:03 pm
Sing loudly, Miss Amy!
9/17/2015 08:13:19 pm
Show tunes! In my best Ethel Merman!
9/19/2015 10:18:20 am
I sing like a fool when I ride on the trails for just this reason. Hopefully no human being is subjected to this punishment while I am out there, but I am keeping them safe too!!! Ya know what I mean?
9/17/2015 08:16:51 am
You always knew these great survivors were picking fruit right alongside. Now you have the great profile gotcha! Thanks for the fun picture (and secure the groceries).
9/17/2015 08:15:35 pm
Oh heck no! I think this is the first black bear in our part of the county in 50 years...Next up: moose! It's part of the evolution of the landscape from wild to farm and back again.
9/20/2015 04:39:03 pm
Megan -- I sure do! Sing it proud, girlie!
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