Bears, oh my!

The bears have woken up from hibernation, and my mom woke me up with a phone call about a week ago: do you want to come up the street and track a bear? Of course! What else is there to do in Vermont? Up the road we ran, to look at the tracks in the last of the melting snow. The bear had come down from the woods, straight to our neighbors feeder (three houses up) and knocked it down to eat the seeds. From there, he (or she, I don't know) went to the next neighbors house and checked out their bird feeder which was a little too high to knock down. From there, we tracked him right across the street from our house where he was snuffling around on the ground for more birdseed...and then, he walked right across the road and into our yard! He paused under our birdfeeder, then walked right up to where we've been feeding birds outside our southeast windows all winter and stook two feet from the window! We tracked the bear right to our front yard! From there, he walked through the mud and left big muddy footprints next to Nick's car, which we'd walked right past hurrying on our way to see the bear tracks. Funny how that works!