Where the Wild Things Are

Bob went out to feed the chickens this morning, and the front of the barn looked like this:

Either we have a 300-pound racon, or a bear who wanted to try chicken feed.  We found one of the buckets (which weigh about 40 pounds when full) down in the woods).  Won't be using this bucket again.

Perhaps we will start carrying some whistles or air horns when we go out in the mornings.

The other thing going wild is the garden.  We're already starting to have a few ripe grape tomatoes,  cucumbers, zucchini, Chinese cabbage, herbs, peppers, carrots . . .

After cleaning up after the bear, we went to the museum where I got to walk around with the owl for awhile, and started training on the little kestral (aka sparrowhawk).  She's an adorable little bird--looks like a love child of a peregrine falcon and a parrakeet.  Pictures to come.