Nice snake. But not nice bear.
For Mother’s Day, I spent hours climbing up a tree and rigging a system of ropes and pulleys attached to a new suspended bird feeder because a freaking bear *bent to the ground* the iron pole her bird feeder was perched upon.
When she called the DNR about the wretched destructive beast, rather than offering help in getting rid of it, they told her to not feed birds, anymore.
These are “her birds” and they’ve been giving her joy for decades.
But she should stop their gravy train, lest the Sacred Bruin be somehow damaged.
What crap.
She could do nothing but helplessly watch from the kitchen window as it wrecked her feeder.
Two weeks later, a neighbor spotted a sow with 2 cubs a mere mile from my house, casually crossing the road at the top of the mountain, which is a little over a quarter mile from mom’s house.
This qualifies as an infestation and sets a seriously bad precedent.
I am not like my mom.
A bear better not come here.