Our new home is in the country and we love it that way, except for the poison ivy, of course. There is a trout stream across the road from the parsonage. Yesterday we had a great illustration of our country status. I had forgotten the garbage day so the garbage can outside the garage was getting a little ripe. In the middle of the afternoon we had a visitor. The picture tells the story. Probably a yearling bear, he (or she) was only as tall as the garbage can when standing as you can see. But still the bear probably outweighed me. He was skittish and moved quickly when he sensed movement inside the house. But returned he later and that is when we got this picture. He tipped over the can but Keely tapped on the window and he was gone. We moved the garbage inside the garage lest we create a nuisance bear that goes for garbage. Our Adirondack camping experiences had trained us well. Mark held Sam up to see him. Sam dubbed him the “naughty bear” for getting in the garbage. I agreed since I had to clean it up.
