It’s nearly midnight, and the end of a beautiful day . . . low 70s, a nice breeze, clouds lazily drifting overhead, and pizza.
I was sitting at the table, eating the last of the allotted slices when out of the corner of my eye I catch a movement through one of the smaller nook windows. Hummingbirds were out there dive-bombing each other, so I thought nothing of it, and I continued looking out through the sliding glass doors.
. . . and I see a bear calmly walk along the back fence of my lot.
“Bear!” I yell as I get up and go out onto the deck.
“Bear!” I repeat, since Melisa did not hear me.
We both get out there and watch the bear climb the fence and drop into the neighbor’s yard. It looks around, and we notice he’s heading toward the court to our north. Children were playing in the yard of one house.
We yell out repeated warnings, but they don’t hear us, or didn’t pay attention.
The bear double-backs into the yard of our neighbors to the NorthWest. He goes out of sight, and we hear a scream and the slamming of a door just before the bear reappears in the yard to our West. Luckily the two small dogs that live there were not out.
I ran in and call the Security company to let them know of a bear sighting.
“You have to expect that this time of year.” So says the nice man on the other end of the call. “I’ll drop by to keep an eye on it.“
Well, I’ve lived here nine years, and this is the first I’ve seen a bear in my yard. I don’t have pets or kids, but you know, I have one of them there soft fleshy exteriors.
Melisa occasionally asks me why I always wear a gun, even when working out in the yard. From now on, “bear” will be my one word answer.
We were lucky; there are normally more kids out playing in the yards all around us. Not that this bear was aggressive. It looked to be scoping out the place, and did not seem frazzled nor concerned about our yelling.
It headed West, toward the highway, going from backyard to backyard. I grabbed the camera, and went out onto the street. I was hoping to catch him when he crossed the road.
I stopped in front of the house at the end of our street and looked at a spot about 150 yards away, where I thought the bear might come cross.
Then, I saw a rabbit booking not 40 feet in front of me, crossing the drive of the house. I knew why, and I backed up across the street. Sure enough . . .
He does cross the road heading out of the subdivision, and heads toward the highway (about a quarter mile away). But first, he must go through a few more yards.
There are fewer houses and more trees across the highway . . . I hope he made it.
Meanwhile, perhaps I’ll not work outside in the evenings. At least not until winter sets in.
BUT . . . the day was not over!
We had just finished watching the new Doctor Who (meh) that we had recorded, and I stepped out to look at the sky. Stars shone brightly above me . . . and then the whole eastern sky lit up, showing a massive cloud.
I assume it was cloud to cloud lightning, but there was no sound. I called Melisa and we watched in awe of the spectacular show. It reminded me of the cloud in Close Encounter of the Third Kind (at the 1:33 minute mark), when the giant cloud approached, lights playing within it.
We watched for a good five minutes before I remembered the camera. The photos are not that good as I was trying to figure out the settings I could use, and tried to capture the flashes when they occurred (not as difficult as it sounds since they were nearly constant).
My neighbors keep their lights on, so the foreground takes away from the show above . . . trust me, it’s not something we will soon forget. The pictures do not do it justice.
You can click on the photo for a larger view, and you can see the stars in the clear areas of the sky.
Those were taken from the sliding door. A small cloud was passing overhead, and dropping some rain on us, otherwise I would have been outside.
I then moved to an inside window, and set up the tripod, although by then the show was not as dramatic.
I took a few more at different settings, but they did not work out.
I checked the radar loop . . . it was a very strong cell about 25 miles away, and we never did hear any sounds of thunder.
All in all, a GREAT day!
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