I got home from shopping for tonight's nerd party an hour or so ago to find a phone message from Collette next door. She told me that there was a very large bear sitting in the trees behind our houses, eating a bag of dog food. I grabbed my V530 and snuck out the back door. Well, yup: There he was, about forty feet from our lower deck, with his nose stuck in a huge honking bag of Old Roy or something. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Wow. We've seen bears here a time or three, though generally at dawn or dusk. Pete Albrecht and I were hanging out on our back deck a few years ago, talking astronomy about 11:30 PM, when we heard some crunching down in the gully. We looked over the deck railing, and there he was, looking up at us. He'd been harvesting the summer's choke cherries, I'd guess. One leg of my improvised Field Day inverted vee terminates down there a few yards from the bear, and I was doing that only yesterday.
We went back and looked again when Carol got home a few minutes ago, but he was gone. So was the dog food bag--I guess he got tired of being stared at, packed up his Old Roy, and went elsewhere.
Don't know whose dog food it was, but in any event, better the dog food than the dogs.