While snuggled up to a warm computer, I heard an odd metallic noise just outside. That seemed odd, given the distance of the neighbors.
Looked out the back - nothing there.
Looked out the front - okay, why is Cleo laying in the front garden under my birdfeeders? Cleo is our neighbor's Newfoundland. She doesn't respect her invisible fence, and often comes to visit.
Wait - that's not Cleo shaped.
"Hey Bob - come see the bear! Oh, wait - it's bearS." Mom and cub knocked down my birdfeeders and were having a nice snack. Not sure what I'll do about the feeders, because I love the birds, but I think that perhaps it's time for the garbage can to move into the garage...
Yes, as a matter of fact, those ARE my front steps.
And the back bumper of Bob's car. Tomorrow morning I'll find out how many of my plants they trampled. I've already filled out a DEP bear sighting form, and even got a picture of the ear tags. So now they know that bear E9 is in Burlington with a cub.
Yippee.
