Our own little wild kingdom…bats, fawns and a bear

Don’t get your hopes up…there are NO…I say NO – photos of the wildlife. I wish there were. But when the wild kingdom visits the fambly Summers, sometimes there is too much going on to take photos. I know…if I were a REAL photographer…

Anyway, you will have to rely on my ability to tell the story in words with a few illustrations from the local talent.

Bats. They were the first. About 10 days ago, at shortly after 2:00 a.m. I woke to the noise of fluttering wings. I thought…that is a really big moth. I turned on a light and noticed the curtain fluttering. I drew it back and thought, “A mouse! – on the window sill!!” But then the mouse flew… Oh… a bat. I closed the bedroom door so that now Bob, the Bat and I were all closed in the bedroom together. A little creepy. Some time later, with much head ducking and a bit of colorful language, Bob was in the motorhome, Bear was in the office, the bat was in the bedroom and then I removed screens from the bedroom windows so the bat could get out. They will follow air currents. I have some experience. Bat gone, it is now 3:00 a.m. I left Bob in the motorhome, put the screens back in, let Bear out of the office and went back to bed.

We pretty much repeated this the next morning except with the same or another bat in the entire rest of the house. This despite the fact that I closed the damper on the woodstove. I did say I have some experience. And NOW I have a reminder in my calendar for next Spring to close the damper on the woodstove, and the doors and the draft thingy on the back of the stove.

On to fawns. Those were fun. They are so sweet and playful and full of the exuberance of youth. But I was working and in an internet meeting and the camera was in another room.

This is how I look when I’m in an internet meeting. I have a wonderful wireless headset so I can actually wander about if I’m just listening. Flipping the microphone up mutes sound from my end so I can get a fresh cup of coffee, put laundry from the washer to the dryer, check on Bob, get the camera…. which usually I keep on my desk…in case something happens outside my window. It wasn’t on my desk when the fawns were frolicking in the yard and I wasn’t just listening. Rats.

And then!! – Yesterday!! Again the camera was not on my desk and I wasn’t just listening and a smallish black bear walked right in front of me…maybe 10 feet from my window. BUT, Bob was on the front porch!!!

Although the above photo is a re-creation, Bear was in the office with me. It was just after noon, I had the house closed against the heat. Bear did not react. I did, though! Fortunately, it was a work session versus a high falutin’ kind of meeting…although I probably would not have done much different…I was explaining something I’d coded when I saw the bear. Mid-sentence I gasped and then shouted “There’s a bear in my yard and my cat is outside…be right back”, flipped the mike up, shut Bear in the office and went to rescue Bob.

Now…bears are omnivores but mostly they eat vegetarian so I wasn’t thinking the bear would decide Bob would be a good lunch, but, still. When I opened the front door, Bob jetted inside to the bedroom grumble-growling all the way.

Wide-eyed, and tail thumping, he kept an eye on the bear as it made its way north onto the state land beyond my property.

He continued a low growl as he watched.

He watched for close to an hour before he relaxed. He declined an invitation to go back outside…

But today, he’s back on duty at his post…

As is the bear dog.

I feel very safe.

High water: Flathead River

A snowpack that is 150% more than “normal” and a wet spring have filled Montana’s rivers, streams and lakes to the brim and in some places to overflowing.

And instead of their normal blue-green color and clarity that allows seeing down into the water four to six feet…the water in rivers and streams and even the lake shore is a muddy brown from the fast flow that is eroding shorelines as it careens down from the mountain tops.

Fortunately, this Spring has also been cool so the snowpack has been melting at a slow enough pace that flooding has been minimal most places. And I’ll take the cool! I LOVE the cool. It can continue until Fall for me :)!

And hopefully, with all of the moisture falling from the sky and the remaining snowpack to melt, there will be enough moisture in the wilderness areas to make our fire season another mild one.

As I was looking at the muddy water, I noticed something swimming…not an otter…

…a beaver…a LARGE beaver! I’ve seen evidence of their presence but this is the first time I’ve actually seen one. He looked to be about 5 feet from nose to tail. And not skinny. And not disturbed by Bear or me.

In the yard

I’ve been walking the woods hoping to find some kind of blossom…something pretty and colorful and fun to photograph. This morning I got to thinking about the rhubarb that comes up in the corner of the yard. I usually don’t notice it until it is nearly a foot tall with gargantuan leaves…

Baby rhubarb!

Bob decided he should see what I was up to…

Yea, yea, yea…rhubarb??? That’s what we’re looking at? I reminded him that he liked the rhubarb torte last year…

A little later, these two made an appearance right outside my office window.

Today….in the yard.

The agony of defeat

That is the snowthrower in that trailer. It is going off to Big John’s.

The auger stopped augering on Thanksgiving Eve. I had a spare auger belt. The directions didn’t look bad and I have tools, can read, have done plenty of repairing/servicing of stuff. But, in recent years, Big John’s has been my go to place for home equipment as they pick up, service and deliver for a price so low it is hard to understand how they are making any money. But…it was Thanksgiving and snowing and forecast to snow more and I had all I needed so I began.

My first hurdle was getting the new belt on. I finally realized that at 15F, a rubber belt was going to have less give than normal and maybe warming it up would help. Also, it was getting dark. The belt spent the night in the house.

Friday, I got the belt on. I fired up the thrower. It started marching out of the garage on its own. I didn’t try the auger.

I have a work deadline to meet. I already had a couple of hours in the thrower. Discretion…valor, etc. – I made the call to Big John’s. Adding to the agony, I had to include a note about working on it. The good news is that it may be the source of amusement to whoever draws my thrower to work on. Laughter is good for the soul!

Meantime, the temperature rose above freezing. Three – four more inches of heavy wet snow has fallen. The snow and needles have come down off the trees in shuddering avalanches – sometimes on the roof of the house sounding a bit like the entire tree came with. It is a mess. It does this every year!…a VERY cold spell, a foot of snow and then a warm up.

Now, it is forecast to get cold again and more snow on top of slush that will freeze. Somehow it works out and looks beautiful again but at the moment not so much.

Although some long days this week on this project push, it has been a very good week. Hope yours has been as well – Happy Friday!

Bear and Beardog

That is a bear. That is a black bear. I think it is a yearling cub. It is not Karl.

It is not Karl, because Karl is next to me and the black bear is down there…

Karl was just in front of the front porch, noshing on a treat as I was unloading groceries from the Jeep. The Jeep was also just in front of the front porch…to the south of Karl.

Karl suddenly jumped up, did his scent gulp thing and started the bear bark alternating with nose in the air scent gulp thing.

I grabbed Karl’s leash and went back out. I think that Karl knows that he is not 100%…he waited. I leashed him. The cub was still there. I dashed back for pepper spray and camera and we went to the edge of the ravine…watching for Mama.

Karl kept up the bear bark. Once I was there for backup, he strained at the leash. I took the photos. We came inside.

A black bear, although exciting, was not the only adventure of the day.

A nap for Karl, a glass of wine for me.

Bob??? He is in front of the woodstove – the woodstove which has a small fire crackling merrily… Our Saturday…partly!