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Bear? ‍
The sun is down; the day’s light is ebbing. Dear husband and I have taken advantage of an evening at home to rest up for the weekend, so we are in bed, reading. Mica the Magnificent Watchdog is curled in her customary early evening position between bed and window. Suddenly she pops into a sit, fully alert, nose poked under a slightly opened window.

“Grrr-ruff.” Not a growl, not a bark, and very soft. This piques my interest.

“What is it girl?” Something is out there, this I know. We’ve been visited by a couple of racoons lately, and possums and armadillos scout our yard. I swing upright and lean to the window to look in the direction of Mica’s focused attention, and find myself almost nose to nose with a black bear. Not a big bear. Not a scary bear. I can almost read curiosity in his young eyes. But still… If it weren’t for the window I could scratch his ears. He could scratch my ears. He is that close. What can you say when you are that close to a bear, except “Bear? Bear!” Bear seems totally unimpressed by the discovery of a human behind the window and ambles off. End of story. ~K