I've mentioned that I am now taking down all my bird feeders each evening.
Because one morning this was scene of the crime that greeted me.
Friday evening just about 8:00pm as the sun was setting...
I got out my trusty garden cart and began to pick up the bird feeders.
I started in the front of the house, and the wheeled the cart around to the west side to admire the sunset and stroll down to get the feeders on a large Douglas fir tree.
I did not walk far as the Bird Feeder Bandit was hard at work.
The yearling beer had taken down the largest of the feeders and was munching away.
Here he's using his tongue to slurp up the seeds.
We yelled and clapped our hands, but the bear was not bothered by the commotion.
We walked a bit closer and he climbed up the tree.
I decided not to get any closer and to take care of the feeders in the backyard first. My father was able to run the bear off and get the feeders. So now I think I need to take down the feeders a bit earlier in the evening!