Then came the bears. Not just any bears, but dumpster diving bum bears. This one is sneaking away from our detached garage with a seed covered floor and heading into our neighbor's garden.
The first encounter was Momma Bear and her adorable triplets. She had quite a path made available to her. I'm still blown away that a big ass bear and her babies can saunter through town, but there we are. The beast wrecked my $120 squirrel proof feeder and mistook my bird bath as a stool. That aside, no major damage, but I still grumble.
However, it has become clear that this is more of on-going issue as another bear decided to wipe out my carefully sorted and organised seed in the garage cupboards. Since I am in Colorado at the time of this invasion, it was easy for me to be critical of our friend who is staying there to not shoo him away. However, I suspect that the bear's younger age and smaller size would not have mitigated my hiding in the house until he had his fill either.
My rather huge issue is that I have quite the gig going for my literally hundreds of birds, ten squirrels, and creek rat, dubbed Ratty. If I keep all their wares in the garage, we see the consequences. However, leaving it in the house attached to the garage seems a bad plan since those doors are open throughout the day while working. A bear with motivation in accessing the house seems a bad plan.
So you see, we have a pest problem, and there's nothing I can really do about it except take pictures and growl about it.
