Yogi

The story I'm writing is not the story is not the story I had planned to write this week. I planned to write a story about my early day in construction that had crossed my mind last week. With a turn of events, I have decided to write about living in the hills of Northern Colorado.

Twenty years ago, while I was working in Arizona, my oldest daughter (rom the first batch) excitedly phoned me to inform me things were not right at home.

Daughter: Dad, (she didn't call me Monner) I think there is a bear sleeping under a chair on our deck

Me: What do you mean you think?

Daughter: I can't really tell. It is rolled up under a chair.

Me: Well, get closer to it and get a better look

Daughter: There is a bear sleeping on our deck, I'm not going to try to get closer to it, idiot! (that's what she called me)

Me: If you think there is a bear on our deck call Division of Wildlife, there is nothing I can do from here.

Division of Wildlife sent out people that, in fact, confirmed we had a small/baby bear sleeping on the deck. My daughter was informed by Division of Wildlife that the small bear most likely was abandoned by its mother and would need to be euthanized.

Personally, I would have tried to raise the bear, but it was taken away and never seen again.

Over the next couple decades, we have never had interaction with bears at our house. Three times I've seen a bear lumbering around on the neighbor properties. I think the word got out in the bear world if you get on our deck, you will be euthanized.

Last week a neighbor called Elaine alert us that a bear had gotten in their barn and knocked over some feed barrels. I would guess the bear was looking for picnic baskets. The neighbor told Elaine he was able to run outside naked to scare the bear away. I'm hoping naked was just a figure of speech.

Even though we have history on our side, Elainie became worried and asked me to look up the chicken, guineas, goose and ducks, and make sure all our picnic baskets are safely stored away. So far, we have not been visited by a bear. Maybe chasing them away will being naked will keep them out of the entire neighborhood. Ou maybe, being euthanized doesn't interest the bear.

Now folks, you can understand why we live here. It's never dull.

God Bless, Love ya, only you can protect your picnic baskets

Our crazy lives!

Monner