There are black bears here. Goodness.
How I found out exactly....
copy of a drawing in have by Chelsea Smith 'Artio' |
In the morning, after very little sleep, I asked the lady staying next door about the previous night. Turns out there is no second story. That noise was the bear(s) jumping from the pines to the roof to the porch, and she saw them early in the morning when she was out for a smoke. At least it wasn't a creepy mountain man.
Last night it happened again, slowly I am getting braver- as in holding a broom in one hand and a fire stoker in the other and banging on the window and door to the porch.
One love definitely especially for the animals, and this really isn't that scary..but the moment the door knob turns...Goodness.
Welcome to the mountains.
No comments:
Post a Comment