Early Thursday morning, my husband and I heard a crash outside. It was our garbage can (it was empty because our trash gets dumped Wednesday morning ha-ha). Then half hour later our neighbor down the street's dog started barking. We are assuming it's a bear.
My neighbor says they come down upper Lark every year at this time. I keep reminding myself to look in the morning before I go out to the car. Hate to think of slamming the door and being face to face with one of them. I admire them, but at a distance.
