In the last few days we have noticed a few small changes around our bird feeder but we were staying optimistic that our black bear had moved on. This morning the platform feeder had been licked clean and a saucer had been knocked down but not true bear signs.
To deter bear visits I have taken the suet in at night and we close the kitchen porch door. This morning I did a few yard chores and then decided it was time to refill the bird feeders. As I went up the stairs I noticed sand on the bottom panel of the door and was puzzled at how it got there. I am continually hauling things in and out and was trying to think how I could have transferred sand to the door.
As I casually walked by the door my eyes followed the sand marks up the door until I was startled to see the sand went right up to the top of the six foot door and ended in large sandy bear prints!!
My friend was back, and he was obviously trying to find a way into my porch where the stash of fifty new pounds of sunflowers were stored. This guy was getting serious and was getting ticked off, while hungry.
Naturally I had to call Eloise out and show her the latest signs of our visitor. We moved into the kitchen and talked about the old solid wood door that so far had kept our bear out. I happened to look out a kitchen window that had a view of our deck and there filling one pane of glass was a beautiful sandy bear print.
Having a bear peak in your kitchen window while having early morning coffee is not the way to start a day off. A quick look outside and around the yard confirmed the bear was gone.
Long ago we were trained to look both ways when crossing the street. Now we slowly look both ways when opening the kitchen door, before make an elderly run for our vehicles.
When I lived in Kenora I frequently saw the damage black bears made when breaking into cabins. In one case the mother tore the entire door and frame off the kitchen and then went through all the cabinets and drawers looking for snacks for the two cubs that accompanied here. Each can had a large incisor tooth hole punched in the top. If the contents tasted good, the cubs licked what they could. Their favorites were cans of condensed milk which the mother punctured and allowed to run out onto the kitchen floor where it was licked up by the cubs, leaving large sticky white areas.
Once the mother bear had opened the pantry and every drawer, she turned to the old upright fridge. She dragged it out doors where she had room to work on it. She opened the door from the hinge side, leaving lots of claw and teeth marks doing so. She obtained a few items but it was mainly empty of everything but the smell of bacon grease.
My bear has no cubs and immediately leaves when it sees me so I am not too concerned but it’s early morning visits certainly adds some zip to our day.