Yesterday there was a bear up a tree in someone’s yard along the main drag out of Niwot, CO, the little town I live in.
A lot of wild creatures have been driven down from the mountains into the more populated flat areas, since the recent heat and fires have brought difficulty in finding food. Bears need to stock up their fat supply for the coming winter’s hibernation. You can already feel fall crackling in the air here.
Police tape was up and officers patrolled around the fenced yard all day, to keep the streams of watching people at bay and the traffic moving.
Instead of shooting the 300-pound male down with a tranquilizer gun (which would undoubtedly leave him seriously wounded from the high fall), officials there said they planned to wait till night when all the two-leggeds left for bed and just let him come down. I praised the Fish & Game guy for that choice and told him I felt reassured by it. He looked surprised but pleased.
And the strategy worked! The bear was gone by morning.
Wonder where he is now?
The great photo above is by Matthew Jonas, as published in the Times/Call, a Longmont CO online newspaper.
No wonder the bear has that look on his face – there were loads of paparazzi, including myself. But the best of my iPhone pix only show a dark blob:
If you want to keep bears away from your home, don’t leave out delicacies that will likely attract them such as tasty, fat-laden birdseed and fruit that has fallen from trees. Or if you would like to attract ursine visitors, go collect these from your neighbors and strew them about now.
By the way, you do know that old call-and-response camp song that the title of this post refers to, right?