This morning’s good weather drew me out to the side yard for guitar practice where a cloud of song sparrows were waiting to jam.  These guys are Bach fans.  Halfway through Sleepers Awake the bird song vanished, replaced by the sound of a plastic garbage bag being dragged by a bear down Chicken Ridge.

The black bear dragged its trashy breakfast to within a few feet from me then turned to settle into a spot across the street to eat.

Living on the edge of true wilderness we practice good garbage practices to avoid creating trash addicted bears. The neighborhood failed this one. We also failed its cub which was waiting for mom to bring her someone’s cast away food.