Not Again...Part Two

This is part two of my saga with the neighborhood bears. If you missed part one which I posted yesterday, you can read it here. 

Last weekend Steve knew I was bumming because I had taken all of my remaining bird feeders down and that resulted in my bird population and bird viewing going down. He said to go ahead and put up the old red barn feeder. It is the only one the bear leaves behind when it does come looking for a free meal. The bear always pulls the top off, eats the sunflower seeds, but leaves this feeder behind in the yard. Besides, the bear probably wasn't in the neighborhood anymore anyhow.

The next morning at 7 a.m. the dogs started an awful ruckus from their kennel. 

Above is what was having a stare down with the dogs from our driveway.

The bear stared for a little while, then headed for our road.

We thought it was leaving. But we were wrong. It had that feeder on its mind.

It stared at the dogs.

It paced.

It stuck its tongue out at the dogs. Naw, not really. It yawned.

We thought it was leaving. We were wrong.

It was really craving sunflower seeds for breakfast.

It decided to give it one more try.

We were beginning to get a little worried at this point. The bear kept coming in closer.

But the dogs continued in their frenzy and the bear took to the road and hid behind my fence and flowers.

We thought it would leave, but we were wrong.

It slowly stood up to its full height and did some calculating.

And came back in the yard. This time it meant business.

Steve opened the window and yelled at the bear. It just looked at him. So Steve went for his gun and went outside and yelled at the bear. It just looked at him.

So Steve fired a warning shot into the air.

(So, so, so...so I'm using that word quite a bit in this story...)

That got its attention.

It hasn't been back since.

Whew.

Love seeing them Upper Peninsula black bears once in a while, but not so up close and personal.