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Bear with me

Our family has lived for decades at the edge of the forest in North Vancouver’s Seymour River valley. Bear encounters are not rare. We’ve had these animals in our yard countless times, in our garage a few times, and once in the kitchen. That latter event taught us not to leave the front door open, particularly when a ripe bag of garbage sits in the pantry closet.

I demanded the bear leave immediately. He looked at me, and he looked at the desired prize. After a moment of consideration, he departed but had the garbage bag in his mouth. While some people worry about black bears, they typically avoid close contact with humans.

A few days ago, a grandson told me a black bear was in the neighbourhood. He learned that because a well-meaning person was on the street honking a car horn and shouting about the animal.

I usually report sightings to the good people at the North Shore Black Bear Society. I did that and mentioned the person sounding the alarm. Executive Director Holly Reisner provided a useful response:

The bears apparently enjoy our quiet neighbourhood. On the weekend, a young pair passed through our backyard and then spent considerable time in our neighbour’s yard. I assumed these were littermates that had been chased away by the mother and were not yet living independently. The North Shore Black Bear Society suggests these were likely male and female involved in mating activities.

Perhaps I was naive. Experts at the bear society had a different idea:

I agree with that final statement. At our house, we’re making major changes to our landscaping and, in the unlikely event that money remains in the budget, I would love to acquire a chainsaw carving of a bear and have it peering over a rock garden.


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