Great. There's a Bear in My Backyard.

My 11-year-old was sitting in the family room when a black bear ambled past the windows. He literally sauntered on by.That bear took his ever-loving sweet time strolling behind our house. In fact, he stopped and peered in at my daughter, who was stretched out on the couch, reading the second book in the Hunger Games trilogy that she just checked out from the library.

You might think a young girl would run out of the room, screaming for her mother to save her. My Alaskan kid didn't even bother rolling off the sofa. She just hollered, "Mom! You better get your camera! There's a black bear looking in the window!" and went back to her book. I guess Katniss and her killing games make a bear looking through the window seem tame.

By the time I entered the room, fumbling with my camera, the big fur ball had already moved past the house into the backyard. So, here's a picture of his rear-end. You're welcome.

He headed up the path to the treehouse, and walked by the area where the kids jump onto their zipline.

Needless to say, the girls won't be allowed to play outside today. Unless they take their bows and arrows.



Dinner last night: burgers on the barbie

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