Bear and the rednecks

In early June, '07, at 11:30pm a cow moose with a newborn calf ran fast across the front pasture. A short while late a brown bear followed, tracking their scent.

A car honked enough to distract the bear so the moose and calf could escape, and the bear turned and headed toward my house and barn. I called my son ...my short message was "brown bear front pasture". Before I hung up the phone half the family was on the floor headed to the farm, "loaded for bear" as they say.

The oldest grandson, who is his own person, and doesn't think like the rest of us, really, just made me laugh because he is big, has a shaved head, and was sauntering down the driveway at nearly midnight in blue basketball shorts and flip flops, with a rifle and Leuopold scope slung over his shoulder, looking for bear. Bear hunting in blue shorts and flip flops.......It just made me smile.

Bear, like moose, lived to see another day. But I found certain evidence on the sheep that things were just not exactly right. She had her back entirely covered in mud, which was crazy because sheep just don't spend any time at all rolling over. And also she was quite lame on the front leg.

Keeping a watchful eye,
Haylady