![]() She even caught a salmon in the river with the cub holding on like a rodeo cowboy. The little guy held on tight, and his brother barreled along behind. A big sow and two little cubs walked near her house, and then one cub jumped on his mother’s back and she ran off. The other day, a neighbor from River Road said she saw an “incredible” bear trick. I watched as he climbed out, just past my daughter’s place, give a shake like the dogs do, and amble South on the tideline. The tide was high, right up to the tall summer beach grass, and that bear was swimming past our house and the barking dog, about ten feet off shore. There was a big bear, his head and back above the waterline, legs sort of kicking and working as rudders. Pearl persisted, so a few minutes later he groaned and found the binoculars by the window and focused them on the beach. When Pearl wouldn’t quit barking, Chip got up, turned on the porch lights, and opened the back door and hollered “Git! Go on,” and came back to bed. I listened for telltale sounds of wood cracking (The chicken coop? Garage door? A tree branch), or brush tearing (The strawberries? A stump full of ants?) But all was silent. “Bear” my husband mumbled and put the pillow over his face as Pearl barked and Trixie whined. Trixie dove on the bed and buried her face in my neck. She stuck her nose against the screen on the bedroom window and huffed and puffed and growled some more. At about 1:30 in the morning Pearl began to pace, and then make loud, low growls which turned into barks. ![]()
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