A poop story

First, my confession; I love horses and horse poop - not to roll around in, mind you. I am not bothered by the smell and it is WONDERFUL for the garden. I am talking about the seasoned stuff, not fresh.

The Homestead Stables, which is about a mile from the house, will give as much as one can carry... as long as you have a way to carry it. We have a truck AND tractor just dying to carry poop to the garden. Muhaha. 

Ronnie and I drove up to the stables yesterday to have a look at the pile; the track was so muddy that the van was parked and we 'hoofed' it in - sorry, a little horse humor there. 

This is Pebble

While visiting the pile we became aware of a bear cub peeking at us from behind a tree, about 20 feet away. How cute! Ronnie and I looked at each other and mouthed, "where's the momma?" No sooner out of our mouths then she peered at us from around the other side of the tree. 

We graciously apologized for intruding on her and the cub's evening walk and quickly exited. *whew* When she was no longer in sight, we noticed how the horses in the close pasture were watching the woods - watching the 'family'?

These are black bears and a family that has been seen in the area for many years; even when wild animals are used to living close to humans, one must never think of them as tame. These are WILD animals.

Tomorrow, I think, Ronnie is headed to scoop some poop.