You Can't Make This Stuff Up!! or Can You??

Mama!! Mama!! Than THE Defiant One :)

This evening I saw a mama bear w/three teeny-tiny cubs and snapped a few pictures from my sunroof - hoping one will come out (2 out 10 passable. Painful, I know).

It was awesome. One of the cubs wouldn't move away from my car. I got to watch mama teach the cub to move, get out-of-the-way, RUN!!, whatever.

It was simpatico. Mama knew I wasn’t going to run over her cub and kept coming back to my car - trying to teach her wayward one that he/she MUST get out of the way.

The look on Mama bears face was just so intelligently loving and beautiful. Not any different than I've seen human parents trying to impart an important life-lesson upon their own young.

Mama greeting her wayward, overly curious cub.

"You've got to come - when I tell you to come!!"

~ Yes, Mama ~

"Geez Mama, the car smelled like cheetos...and... and... Mama, the car stopped... why do you worry so?"

"Not all cars will stop. And if they do - most likely they won't be kind."

Bedhead Bears

If I recall correctly, these two bears appeared when my neighbor's grandson was taking groceries into the house around 3pm.

He turned around and there they were!!

(Once again, bears are extraordinarily quiet.)

Joe jumped into the back of their SUV and closed the hatchback. The bears not phased - investigated a bit further then wandered off. Once they left the immediate area - Joe ran into the house to the expert bear photograph - Grandma.

Grandma took these from her deck and Joe said they were playing & rough housing with each other. 'It was so cool.'

New friends? a new mate? two teenagers recently turned out by their mum? We'll probably never really know. I do remember the huge smile on Joe's face when he was telling us about his encounter.

When I first saw the photos, my first thought was - these are some mangy looking bears. Their fur looks like they just got out of bed - hence the title Bedhead Bears.

This is for Christina - Rosie's Mum

Christina is Bo's benefactor. I always say Bo was a 'gift from the Airedale Gods' (aka Moxie & Buster, my former Airedales ~ RIP their mischievous souls). Albeit, Christina made the earthly connection happen and put Bo & I together thru Southern States Airedale Rescue . His story I'll tell someday, but, today is about Rosie, Christina's Airedale and passion.

She recently lost Rosie to congestive heart failure. I really don't know all that much about Rosie, the one mtg we had planned ended up with a blown out tire and I had to turn around and forego the trip.

(I still laugh about it ~~ Bo in his 'newness' had an accident in the house the same day we left for Christina's and my BRAND NEW TIRE blew out half way there. So there's Bo & I standing on the side of a major highway waiting for the tire repair guy and I can tell Bo is thinking "I had one confused accident and you drive me 600 miles away to reinforce not to do it in the house - ok, I give, never again.")

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I suspect Rosie must have been the 'hostest w/the mostest'. Being that her mum organized many a fosters, adoptions and rescues of Airedales. Rosie, I imagine was much like my Moxie - 'let me show you my place - don't touch tho, get comfortable enough to heal, but hey, this is still my place - R E S P E C T is my middle name' and would initiate the displaced Airedale with love, but let them know their place with a touch of 'tough love'. Hey, plain and simple - its dogspeak. They understand.

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RIP Rosie in Rainbow Heaven, seek out my Moxie & Buster if you can, but I suspect there are many other Airedales awaiting to comfort you with the same love and care you accomplished on earth.

What's a Bear To Do?

This is today's bear proof trash can. Note: a bear has not raided this one yet. This is how it was left by one of our illustrious tourist.

Oh well, my guess is they weren't one of the luckier ones to see a bear in these parts or they would have respected the locking chain. (Look closely down the middle bar of the trash can.)

So, tell me, what is a hungry, wild bear to do in this circumstance? What would you do if you spent your day foraging for food and came across this gift?

Bo's Got a Rep

I took Bo out for his mid-morning walk and we ran across a bear. I spotted the bear prior to Bo getting a whiff. Most of the time Bo has his nose to the ground. Being the hound that he is.

BUT, this bear caught a whiff of Bo and put on his brakes, did the silliest 180 spin (black bear paws' tangling up and flying everwhere) and tore down the side of mountain.

Bo never knew he was there. When we got to the area the bear did his 180 - Bo high sniffed the 'aire', albeit it was a passing interest on his part.

We did have an audience tho. An entire family of about 10 folks was on one of the cabin's decks high up on the hill and thanked Bo for scaring the bear. It seems the bear had tried to get into their jeep and tore a hole in the side of the canvas top.

Note: When I'm out this time of year - during our walks I yell every so often (like a mad mtn women) 'Bo, tell the bears you're out here!! Woof!! Woof!!' Humaliting for Bo - but, I really don't want any more encounters than my heart can take.


Altho, this is what Bo thinks.

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BTW... this post's bear picture is one of my neighbor's. It is not the bear we saw this morning. Altho, it's about the same size. A teenager.

Portrait of Black Bear in Fence

I'm so excited about this photo. Another one from my neighbor. But, with this one I was involved. This was prior to Memorial day and I was still gauging whether Bo could be let outside, chaperoned by me of course, off-leash or the presence of bears was so prolific that he had to be leash at all times.

This was one of those days he was off-leash. Luckily for me, he immediately went to his gully to start sniffing and whatnots. I looked over at one of the cabins down the road and lo' and behold' there's a bear sniffing and whatnots at the cabin's bearproof trash can. I immediately called and leashed Bo (he's such a good boy) and then ran over to my neighbor's house and almost banged down the door knocking.

'There's a bear, there's a bear"

"Where" she responded

"Over there"

(This cryptic understood conversation between neighbors takes years to develop. She knew exactly what I was communicating - 'Get Your Camera'. You gotta love her.)

She ran back inside and got her camera. At this point, Bo realizes what all the excitement is about and starts barking at the bear. The bear realizing Bo is on leash (I know they know when he's leashed vs off-leash - I'll explain later - just remember in these parts that all the animals know. They're smarter then anyone wants to give them credit for.) -- bear ignores Bo, but decides to casually leave the area.

My neighbor with her many years of bear photography expertise snaps this excellent portrait shot of one of our bears. Whilst calling the neighbor where the bear is located. So talented.

Isn't it fabulous? Look at that face!! and the picture perfect surroundings.