Posted on Facebook 2014/11/04
And then there were seven. Bears, that is, living in our hamlet. This is one that our neighbor trapped last week just up the road from our house. Tonight we had it for dinner as bear ribs, and bear-bones soup. They believe there to be seven more in the nearby forest.
Today out picking persimmon a one minute walk from our house we found a bear poop under the tree that was as big as Mona’s head, and this weekend we camped where most bear sightings occur, especially this time of year. On Sunday night I heard a ruckus with the pots and pans in the middle of the night and I was certain they had come for us. Wasn’t sure what to do – just stay in the tent and hope it didn’t try to investigate, or try to scare it away.
Turned out to be the wind, but it was exciting none-the-less.
