We live in the woods. In case you had forgotten, I am reminding you, which is necessary to preface this story.
Woods=coyotes, raccoons, snakes, big bugs, frogs, weasels, mink (we also have water), squirrels, and blah blah blah. Lots of predators, lots of chances for something to do something I would really they rather not.
Last night, we heard someone's hounddog going bonkers. This happens from time to time, and usually means coyotes. Coyotes like to take my ducks and chickens and whatnot, but at night, everyone is locked in, so I wasn't worried about it. However, a bonkers dog can also mean bears. Big, black ones. We've got 'em, and the first time I saw one, I didn't actually see it. Rather, I saw my geese, who are LOUD, shut up and run like their butts were on fire. When I saw what they were running from....it was a bear. Since then, they've been up and down the backyard and in the woods, and they look at me, I look at them, and they steal someone else's garbage.
Well, last night, that bonkers dog meant bears. Who came to Chicken Scratch for the first time ever to have a snack. Want to know what he/she ate? This:
That, my friends, is what it looks like when a big, hulking black bear kinda dude/dudette decides that what you've got is DEEEEELICOUS and hunkers down for a nice meal.
It ain't pretty. So far, I am only able to clean up the smaller yellow hive, as the girls within are less aggressive than the green hive. The green hive wants me dead, no matter if I am trying to help or not. So I will wait until sundown, hope they are a little sleepy, smoke the hell out of them, and put them back together. Today, after I am done butchering broilers, I will need to research how to keep my bear friend out of my beehives. Then I will have to enact that thing.
And there you go. A first for me. Never let it be said that this life isn't always interesting or a learning experience, because it certainly is. It never gets dull, and that's what I love. 'Till next time!