This is the season in which bears come down from the mountains and rummage around in the valleys for fruit. There are a great many fruit trees around the Lake—they are a legacy of bygone orchards. It is likely that now only the animals know the location of many of those trees.
While on a walk yesterday afternoon, I noticed two trees that were shaking even though there was no wind. Each held a Black Bear high in its branches. I watched for a while as the bears first ate cherries and then moved on to serviceberries. We exchanged pleasantries; they graciously posed for pictures; I wandered on my way.
Great photos, the bear pair look very healthy!
There was a time I was walking to work on Trash day and I saw what looked like a black garbage bag sticking out of the trash bin, but as I got closer it was moving and it actually ended up being the butt end of a Black Bear. The thing was eating the trash in the bottom of the garbage can.