I would have gotten a much closer shot if I weren’t fumbling with my camera in a half sleep. By the time I turned the thing on, he was already this far away.
Why was I in my pajamas? I had fallen asleep on the couch and was awoken, at 8am, by an odd tapping and not at all gentle rapping at my kitchen door. The beast was standing on its hind legs with its front claws against the screen, as if it were doing some kind of yoga. Upward facing bear?
Here, take a look from the outside.
This is not the first time bears have come to visit me. Five years ago, it was totally my fault for leaving garbage in a can outside.
Around that time there were two bears shot dead on my road in the same week. The stories circulating then were: 1. one of them had removed a window AC unit to get into someone’s house; and 2. neighbor Gene Shalit had boasted he feeds the bears.
When I was growing up, the wisdom was that bears fear us more than we fear them, and that they would run away from humans if given a chance. Now the lesson is to always keep your shooter loaded and ready at your bedside (and make sure the settings are ready to get a close-up). Here, let me zoom in so that you can get a better view of this morning’s sighting.









