|Piquing a bear's curiosity|
An alert visitor to our home might notice that our entrances are constructed differently than city ones. In town, home and hotel door hinges are attached INSIDE the door, away from the prying tools of bad guys. By contrast, our hinges hang on the EXTERIOR because we aren't worried about visitors with opposable thumbs. Rather, we are trying to deter 300-700 lb hairy bruins inclined to shove in a weak door. With four inch thick doors that open outward, and a sturdy doorstop inside the doorjam, we hope to retard the forward momentum of a foraging bear.
Windows are obviously more fragile than doors. Next to each of our entrances is a double sheeted plate glass window. I don't kid myself - the big 4x5 picture window in front is vulnerable. I just hope that its position, up eight steps and 8 feet above ground level evades detection. Besides, neither porch window opens, and therefore neither emits any beckoning scents. One time, a bear did indeed lumber up onto my back porch, bump against the door, stand up and look in the high window above my stove, eye level with me (inside). However, it was my banging on the window that attracted her curiosity, rather than encouraging her departure, as intended. My bad.
Another friend described a sight I would have loved to see (from a distance.) He was inside his cabin when a bear ambled up to a low window and peeked in. The light was such that instead of seeing the interior, the animal viewed the reflection of a very close bear looking right back! Outta there!
|Chicken = bear food!|
A friend had flown several companions out to his cabin for a "guy" weekend. When it was time to depart, he went down to the lake to pre-flight the plane while his suburban buddies closed up. One who cleaned up inside left a window ajar. Another straightening up outside left a marine cooler below that window. Oops. On a subsequent visit, as our friend walked up the path to his cabin, he was astonished to see a bear looking OUT the window at him! He quickly retreated to his plane for a gun, but in the meantime, the bear skedaddled. As you can imagine, the interior of the cabin was absolutely trashed. Every cabinet and bag of dried beans, pasta, and cereal had been ripped open. Dollops of scat and ribbons of urine decorated the scene. What a compelling lesson about double checking after delegating.
In most years and months, we don't encounter many bears on our property. (They prefer the fish runs in nearby streams to our pike-only lake location.) But starting in July and lasting until hibernation, we startle each other as we go about our respective activities. I've gone to retrieve laundry only to encounter a bear that has pulled down a sheet and is playing with it. I've walked out of the food shed with a tray full of dinner supplies only to see a bear move out from behind a tree to check me out. One time, my husband found a bear cub INSIDE the fenced chicken run, waiting for the birds to come home! To give us some warning and give them less cover, we keep the sweet grass and ferns cut down to thigh height, but bears can be incredibly silent. Another warning is that the plywood lids of the burn barrels are affixed with bells. Despite burning trash thoroughly, we invariably hear them ring occasionally in August, September, and even warm Octobers as a bear opportunistically rummages through the ash. Perhaps most disconcerting has been a handful of bear hair on the corner of the cabin directly below our bed, where they have silently rubbed themselves while we slept, presumably to scratch an itch, and a left an aromatic pile of scat to mark the spot.
During these months, we are particularly vigilant about potential bear attractions, but I admit that most we have learned through mistakes. One urban soil tester advised me to pour bone meal in the gardens. Yikes! That served as a dinner bell for bears! The place looked like a community potlatch. Another lesson learned the hard way was the importance of finding all of our ducks' hidden nests of eggs. The bears thought they'd found a free buffet. We don't even try to burn the feathers, skin and carcasses of animals we butcher in fall. Instead, we haul them in our kayak to a remote spot in a bog. Let the bears dine there.
During the year when we take an extended vacation, we install bear shutters. These are plywood panels that fit snugly within the outside window frames, screwed to L brackets. In front of each entrance, we install a bear mat, which is a plywood panel with a thick grid of screws sticking up. Finally, we slide a metal bar across the exterior of each door. To date, we have detected no evidence of attempted intrusion (ursine or human). Our bear neighbors and we are both quiet, so we enjoy a congenial neighborhood. They don't want us invading their caches or beds, and we feel the same. Public areas? We learn to share.