Kirk and I were on a road trip (more on that to come) when we get a "frantic" call from the girls saying that we have a BEAR in our yard. No, he is not a grizzly bear, but a black bear. He's what you would call a cinnamon-colored black bear. A couple of years ago we had a baby bear roaming around, but this is no baby!

He is trying very hard to get at my bird feeders! They are regulated around here to be 12 feet up in the air. Mine are actually way higher than that.

He takes a break and then heads out for another bird feeder.

this is one determined bear

...uh, maybe I shouldn't go out on that limb!
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