Now I want a new Game Cam – one that will record sound too.
It wasn’t even dark yet but we can’t spend our whole day and night running around the house to see what wild animals are strolling by. So this morning I checked the game camera to see that there were 8 photos. This would have been taken while we were eating dinner at the opposite end of the house.
When I went to put the camera back the neighbor lady asked if I knew we had a bear in the apple tree. She said she was out on her deck when she heard it (maybe 20 feet away from her deck). But she didn’t know it was a bear. She thought it “was a man in the tree.” She asked, “Are you okay?” It didn’t answer so she said it louder. Then it turned around and went down the tree and ran away. This is the cub. I wonder where mom and the other cub were when she was talking this one out of the tree? She’s got 5 Pekinese that always bark at us when we’re outside. I wonder if they were barking then?
I really wish I’d heard the conversation between her and that bear!
If we could pick the apples off our trees we would. But our apple trees have been seriously neglected for years before we bought the place. We did some trimming last year but they still need more and we can’t reach the red apples at all.
So Mama Bear and the Twins took pictures of themselves before and after they went up the red apple tree last night.
11:41pm: Mom, take a picture of me looking over this big tank at Sissy.
11:43pm: Just a second, Junior, there’s a blade of grass in the way.
11:54pm: There. That should take care of it. Hey! Don’t take a picture of my butt!
12:10am: That’s better. Why didn’t you tell me I had moss on my back?
(Now, I assume they spent a couple hours in the tree or went next door because the next photo was taken around 2am.)
2:17am: Is the game-cam still on Mom? Looks like it. Smile!
Suddenly my house is like a bear cage. You know, like a shark cage, where humans can be “safely” lowered into a vat of sharks.
I feel like I am in wildlife-heaven living in a bear cage or a wildlife cage. But all I want to do is get out of the cage and see them up close. I really don’t get very far from the house when I do though.
Compare her size to one of her cubs below:
It is not safe for the wildlife to get comfortable around humans. They will end up making trouble and getting themselves killed. Not to mention my safety!
They are SO fun to watch…when they are happy!
When Mom and one cub wandered over to the road, I quickly went back inside the house to see my photos. I didn’t want her circling around and sneaking up behind me to climb up the apple tree I was standing under :-0
But I’ve thought about this for a lot of years and recently we were listening to some radio interview about scuba diving with sharks – without a shark cage. The guy being interviewed expressed my feelings perfectly when he said, “the really weird thing is that, all seeing a shark did for me is make me want to see another one and get closer”. I’m not sure I’d do that with any wildlife that is much bigger than I am. But I actually experienced that feeling when snorkeling in Australia. Don was watching me from a dock because he’d gotten sunburned the day before and didn’t feel like doing it again. He called to me when he heard someone yell “shark” and pointed to the small (but almost as long as I am tall) shark swimming in the shallow water. There was just one other couple in the water. They were standing up, pointing and laughing; which gave me a feeling of security I guess. So my first reaction was to put my face back in the water and go look for it; as if being under water would protect me. As I did that, reason overcame reaction (or fear overcame stupidity) and I changed my direction. But I didn’t feel the need to get out of the water. I really don’t have the same feeling about wildlife out of the water. For some reason, the water feels like a piece of thick glass of an aquarium; maybe an illusion the mask gives? I wonder if that’s what it is? Maybe it’s the mind’s way of relating what is happening to previous experiences of watching fish in an aquarium?
Out of the corner of my eye I see something black, under the apple trees next door, as I walk from the driveway toward the road.
As I walk around the truck, the “something black” starts to run and there is a big something black and a little something black.
(fumble with camera with a feeling of futility)
Of course I am stopped in my tracks thinking that now is not the time for a walk after all.
After they bound across the road, over the barbed wire fence and up the hill, I go back inside (maybe 3 minutes after I’d left) and tell Don what a great walk he missed.
Don proceeded to convince his wildlife-enamored wife (me) that I scared the bears away so I would be fine to go ahead for my walk now. (alzhiemer’s maybe?)
So, I get to the road and see the first cub head up the big fir tree behind the fence (right) and hear the apple tree rustling (left).
(Now I know, the pictures Don wants to get are of me being mauled by a mama bear.)
At first I wasn’t sure if this was the black bear family we saw across the Alsea River 4 days ago.
Now that I see the 2nd twin cub I’m sure it is. Mom is small; maybe less than 200 lbs. (She still out-weighs, out-teeths and out-claws me.)
She’s watching me close while her 2nd baby heads up the fir tree.
They’ll be back to make a dent in the neighbor’s apples.
And I’ve got the game camera pointing up our apple tree in case they come to ours. I’m glad I pick a few apples off the tree today. They really aren’t all the way ripe yet. So maybe the bears will finish off the neighbor’s while ours ripen a little more?
These photos were taken near Blackberry Campground on the Alsea River.
We were sitting in the shade to recover from a stressful 15 minutes of pulling the trapped skunk out from under our house when we saw the mama bear and twins across the Alsea River. (More about the skunk later.)
I nearly missed them. She’s a fast runner!
They were sort of galloping along the fence line. There wasn’t a fence until a couple years ago and the wildlife are still getting use to it. Don started making grunting noises at them to see if she’d stop to look.
Then Mama really picked up speed to cross the open field to get to the safety of the trees along the river. She left her cubs in her dust!
These photos were taken near Blackberry Campground.