After our little Synchronized Swimming break, the saga of the Black Bear resumes.  The woodland-trasher is on the move ... night prowler begins.  Of course, I had no idea of his prowling until the next day when I played back the camera video.  Then, I watched in true horror as he investigated EVERY empty bird feeding station on the property.

Let's get right to the video -- then I'll drag you through my feelings of horror.

Crossing the Line

It's one thing to maul the feeders in the woods.  It's another thing to climb the fence into the "dog park" and check out those feeding stations.  It's a final straw, however, when you cross over a fence into the space where Drake, the Pit Bull, and I hang out.  I figure it's only a matter of time before this night prowler will be swimming in my pool (well, mostly Drake's pool).

Although everyone who meets Drake is awed by his size, he is not the baddest boy on the planet he thinks he is.  Drake is a pipsqueak compared to Mr. Black Bear.

Georgia Wildlife continues to tell me there is nothing they will do -- and nothing more I can do.  It is clear to me:  IF I put ample food out in the woods, the bear is likely to hang out there until he is full -- but he'll be back looking for more.  IF I take all the food away, he knows no limits.  For now, Drake and I stay inside from sunset to sunrise -- not so much for my safety, but for Drake's.

If you don't already know this about me, I don't give up easily.  There's always a solution.  It's my job to find it!  Meanwhile, please don't tell Drake I called him a pipsqueak.