

oh! and we also had a visit from momma bear. she's been in the woods in back of our house before. she's got a little cub who is cute as can be. we came home a couple of weeks ago to find our garbage had been carried off into the woods by her and she and baby were snacking. on this day she was coming back for more. she was right there in front of the deck. headed for the the garbage can. baby waited and called for her from the woods. she kept stopping to look back at him, then coming closer to the house. i know i'm not supposed to feed her. i know i don't want her getting comfortable with coming in our yard, but man. . . my heart was hurting for her. she needs to feed her little baby and it kills me to see her coming out of her home like that to do it. i felt sad and like we could somehow relate. that fierce protectiveness is present in all moms, i think. somehow we all have a common bond no matter what "kind" of mom we are. we'd do anything for our babies. i had to scare her away. i have my own baby to protect. but it was a strange feeling.
