I had a close encounter with a mother bear last month. One evening about 7:30 PM, I walked out on my front porch/deck and walked over to the side by the patio. I wanted to look at my raised Earth Box planters with the lushly growing tomato plants. Suddenly, I noticed something, about the size of a small dog, walking straight toward me on the patio, about seven feet away. For a nano-second I asked myself, “What is that?” Then my brain screamed, “BABY BEAR, RUN!” I am sure I covered the distance to my front door in Olympic record time.
Safely indoors, I looked out my front window in time to see the mother bear, on all fours, emerge from behind the planter. She had been about ten feet away from where I had been standing, but out of my sight. I that baby bear had made a noise, or squeak, when he saw me, that mother bear could have been over that planter in the wink of an eye and I would have been hamburger!
We have lived here at Kidd Island Bay since 1974 and I have never seen a mother bear with a cub before. And I pray I never do again! There have been a number of lone, big, black bears here through the years, eating apples, pears, plums and berries. But always at a distance, which is how I like them. I have never really been afraid before.
So it looks like someone was watching over my daughter and me during our close encounters with the local wildlife.
Kidd Island Bay