steve mercier
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My backyard yesterday morning...at our place AirBnB stands for Bear needing Breakfast!
Bear claws are right out...Toast with honey...
Didn't know you had those. Big pastry filled with honey and cinnamon ? Maybe white icing too?Bear claws are right out...
Dude... those things are killer, am I right?Didn't know you had those. Big pastry filled with honey and cinnamon ? Maybe white icing too?
I'd just hope the bear keeps moving on ...
Dave.... You can have mine...all I do is scoop up bearshit , pick up half eaten garbage bags that they find around the neighborhood but only eat at my place and repair smashed down fencing until they decide to hibernate.Dude... those things are killer, am I right?
Haven't had one for years, but now I want one!
Last week I was in the front driveway watering early in the morning when I heard breathing behind me. I turn to see one giant furball lumbering along the other side of the car. I blurted WTF and basically froze but he was just as surprised as me and ran a few doors down the street until the pungent aroma of some fresh garbage grabbed his attention and he vanished into a back yard. Now our five year old grandaughter has witnessed too many sightings and she will not venture into my backyard until I scout bears for her. I wonder why I have been unable to convince the kids to camp overnight in the cedar playhouse (top right hand side in the picture) that I built for them? (-:Guess that answers the age old question of where bears relieve themselves?
I can hear one hooting on the hillside across the road here. Saw it once on a ride but it is pretty shy.
That's insane! I was curious to see how many bear encounters/sightings occur in BC particularly in and around urban centers and came across this site. Highest concentrations seem to be around PoCo/North/West Van but also wonder how many go unreported. You seem to see more than your fair share, Steve.Last week I was in the front driveway watering early in the morning when I heard breathing behind me. I turn to see one giant furball lumbering along the other side of the car. I blurted WTF and basically froze but he was just as surprised as me and ran a few doors down the street until the pungent aroma of some fresh garbage grabbed his attention and he vanished into a back yard. Now our five year old grandaughter has witnessed too many sightings and she will not venture into my backyard until I scout bears for her. I wonder why I have been unable to convince the kids to camp overnight in the cedar playhouse (top right hand side in the picture) that I built for them? (-:
Yup there is something and I know what it is. I am the only one on the block that has no back fence and it opens right into the forest ...hahaYeah there's something about your yard they like @steve mercier . And it's hard to change a bear's mind or habits. Sympathy, FWIW.
Yep, that will do it. A big gap in the fence line might as well be a neon sign saying "all you can eat buffet this way"Yup there is something and I know what it is. I am the only one on the block that has no back fence and it opens right into the forest ...haha