Bearly There

I stopped the truck and began to open the door. Carol said: "There's a bear!"

I looked toward the house and there he was, a young, confused male. He was sniffing the air.

"He wants the humming bird sugar water ." I said.

I opened the door and quietly walked to the house, unlocked the mud room door and got Memaw's little pocket size camera.

By this time he had figured out how to get down the feeder, taken it down the steps and was trying to extract the water.

This done he returned to the porch, licked the floor and explored some more. I opened the door and the screen and photographed what I saw.

He next walked around to the other side of the house.

I opened the mud room door again and got two more photos.

When the door closed the faint sound finally "spooked" him and he ran down the slope into ravine and like a wisp of black smoke was gone.

Good luck little buddy. I hope you learn how to be an adult bear before someone else sees you and decides to hang your hide on the wall.

Ain't God good?