Bear Necessities

Photo from http://wdfw.wa.gov/living/bears.html

I should be doing homework. I should be writing elsewhere, but I know that "shoulds" do not enliven the arts, and if I am going to write, I need to follow my muse, wherever she alights. I've had this post in mind ever since I received the recent email from our dear, hardworking block watch captain ("BWC") on the subject of bears. Black bears, to be precise, which have been recently sighted on our street.

We live in the county, a few miles from town, and are surrounded by evergreen trees (hence the nickname, "The Evergreen State"), as well as deciduous, and lots of berry bushes gone wild - strawberries, salmon berries, thimble berries, huckleberries and the ever-present, impossible-to-kill blackberries. The most common local type is called Himalayan, and the canes basically amount to Mother Nature's barbed-wire fence.

Yours, truly

The thorns are razor-sharp and tenacious; Gregg still has visible scars from a teenage, shirtless fall off of a rope swing into a blackberry patch. Years ago, on a berry-picking outing, my mother punctured an artery in her leg on a blackberry thorn without ever feeling it; the culprit snapped off and stuck in the wound, only to fall out days later. I'd never seen so much blood, and was terrified at the sight; true respect for the strength of the thorn was born on that day. We've all had our clothes torn and stained when picking berries for pie, cereal or just a snack. It's part of summer living here.

My brother and sister picking blackberries

Fresh berries are delicious, and we look forward to eating them every summer...and so do bears. In addition to the lure of berries, the local bears are appearing because they suffer from a rapidly diminishing habitat, and the need to share it with deer, foxes, possum, otters (which can be found hiding in ditches by the side of the road, under houses, sneaking onto boats and going back and forth to and from the saltwater). I can see why we have bears, but I wish they weren't in OUR neighborhood.

Our BWC has kindly kept us all in the loop with information about when and where the bears have been seen. One neighbor discovered a bear digging in his garbage can; others have been seen in people's back yards, and David found our garbage can overturned one night, which suggests that one was in our yard without our knowing it. That is too close for my comfort; when I go out to walk, I am on alert. So when I received the BWC's email about bear "etiquette," I was ready to learn the do's and don'ts. Except that they seem contradictory, and impossible to implement.

Here are the instructions; what do you think? My thoughts are highlighted in yellow.

A reminder on how to react to bears:

Make noise when walking or jogging. Bears don't like to be surprised and if they hear you coming they most likely will avoid you. Use a bell on your shoe or walking stick. Headphones are nice when exercising but they reduce your awareness to both mother nature and other humans. Leave them out or at least in just one ear...Bird feeders attract bears. Secure your trash. Prevent attacks by not attracting them...Finally here are some tips from the Washington department of fish and wildlife on what to do If you come face to face with a bear. 

 

If you come in close contact with a bear:

1. Stay calm Really? How? and avoid direct eye contact, which could elicit a charge. No problem; I wouldn't want to "eyeball" a bear. Try to stay upwind What is upwind, and how would I figure that out in the critical moment when I find myself face to face with a bear? and identify yourself as a human by standing up, talking and waving your hands above your head. I cannot imagine myself waving and talking to a bear; I can see myself screaming and running from a bear.
2. Do not approach the bear, particularly if cubs are present. Give the bear plenty of room. No problem; you have my word that I will never voluntarily approach a bear, particularly a mama bear.
3. If you cannot safely I love seeing that word ("safely") in this sentence move away from the bear, and the animal does not flee, try to scare it away by clapping your hands or yelling. I am 5'1" tall. Would clapping or yelling make me appear scary? Let's hope so.
4. If the bear attacks, fight back aggressively. FIGHT A BEAR AGGRESSIVELY?  As a last resort, should the attack continue, protect yourself by curling into a ball or lying on the ground on your stomach and playing dead. That, I could do.

Go to this website for more information 

http://wdfw.wa.gov/living/bears.html#attacks 

I have to say that, though I did appreciate our BWC sending along this advice, all I could think when reading it was. If I met a bear, I would be able to do only two things: scream and run - exactly what the etiquette says not to do. But I think I am going to get a whistle as soon as possible.

Daily Office, Otters & Others

Liberty Bay & Olympic Mountains

Through my friend, Robin (of the blogs Metanoia and Desert Year), I found this blog: The Daily Office. It has prayers for the day, posted throughout the day. What a gift! I have been loving sitting quietly, reading and praying along with the printed verses. If you are interested, click on the link and check it out. It is good to find new ways to pray. I have my favorite habits - favorite place to sit, time of day, etc. - but prayer is an always-present possibility, sort of like an open-ended conversation - like facebook - with God. On a walk, in bed, in the shower, in the car...I believe there is no "right" way, place or time to pray. Sometimes when I can't sleep, praying for others is the best sleeping "medicine."

For the past two days, I've been supervising Operation Otter Cleanup at my mom & dad's house. River otters decided to take up residence underneath their home. If you've never seen nor experienced this, here is a visual prompt for you:  imagine the aftermath of a college fraternity party, with rotting fish carcasses, fish vomit and poo, instead of spilled beer, broken bottles and smashed cans. Fortunately, it's very cold here right now; I canNOT imagine what the stench would be like if the weather was warm.

Some wonderful, fearless workers arrived, went underneath the house, took up the insulation and plastic that were strewn with Otter PartyWare, and hauled it out. They repaired the insulation and plastic, put down clean, new plastic on the ground under the house, and closed up the places of entry and exit in the foundation which the otters had been using. NOTE: between Day One and Day Two of this operation, the otters succeeded in opening new places to enter and exit, and re-opening one of the places closed by the workmen. HELLO? Persistent! I will be back to see whether they are clever enough to circumvent Day Two's preventive measures. If so, we may need to call in the big guns (professional exterminator).

During the otter cleanup, I was able to finish the draft of a book on which I am collaborating. It is a wonderful book that I learned about from blessed Renee, called "Cancer: 50 Essential Things to Do" written by Greg Anderson, a cancer survivor and founder of http://www.cancerrecovery.org/ . I approached Greg about editing the book for the adolescent and young adult cancer audience, and he agreed. I was able to complete and send off a big chunk of that, and it feels great.

David texted me yesterday, to say that classes were cancelled at G.U. due to heavy snow on the ground (about a foot) & a blizzard warning; he followed that up with the news that he was planning to go SKIING. I wondered: if the university staff saw fit to cancel classes due to snow and a blizzard warning, why would teenage boys decide to leave campus in a car to drive for over an hour to a ski area? What is it about Blizzard Warning that suggests Ski Trip? I sent a message (HELP!) to Gregg.

Both of us extracted a promise from David to stay within the bounds of the ski-patrolled area (David likes back-country & tree-skiing). I even stooped to send him a text with something along the lines of "I would be devastated if anything bad happened to you." This is probably a normal feeling for any mother of an adventurous young man, but it is painfully so for the mother of a child who has died. I don't want to fill David with fears, or keep him tied to me, but certain risks are not worth taking. I felt a little bit bad about the emotional weight of my message - but not bad enough to delete it before sending.

Over dinner and a beer at the pub, I read the text messages to Gregg. After my plea for help in the morning, Gregg had emailed David, keeping his words factual and calm. But guess what he admitted? He had composed a message to David, filled with logical, sound, fatherly advice...and had included something along the lines of "We couldn't bear to lose you" - and then deleted that part before sending! It was a quiet affirmation of my feelings to hear that Gregg, the unemotional one, had the same kind of fear in his heart...even if he deleted that part of his message to David.

David texted us during dinner that he had had a great day on the slopes, skiing in two to three FEET of fresh powder. We're glad he had fun, but even more happy that he is safe.

Katie's bench is the one on the right.

It's a gorgeous, cold day here, with sunshine, blue skies and snow-covered mountains gleaming over whitecapped waters. After I had my hair cut, I stopped by Katie's bench; it now has a lamppost behind it. You can see the Olympic Mountains from there, across the bay. It's a beautiful spot.