Saturday, September 7, 2019

Yesterday afternoon the Conservation Officers placed a bear trap in the yard across the road. There have been bears in their yard almost every year, although I’ve never seen them. Last night I was out until almost eleven waiting for the bear to come along – no luck.

This morning we were sitting on the deck having coffee and we thought we heard someone sawing on a tree. The neighbour from across the road came out and told us the bear was up in the tree and he (the bear) wasn’t happy. Apparently that is the sound a bear makes. Unfortunately the bear was in a spot where we couldn’t see him and, unlike many people passing by, we didn’t go out to the yard for a closer view.

Not long after the Conservation Officer came along again. In our town calling the Conservation Officer about a bear usually means one thing – the bear is destroyed. Sadly that is how this situation turned out.

Although I know that being a Conservation Officer in our town can’t be easy, I did feel that they should have given the bear trap another day. It was tucked way back in the driveway, almost inside their garage, with a couple of vehicles parked in front of it.

After everyone had cleared out we headed out for some errands and a visit to the Fall Fair. Our first stop was the Therapeutic Riding School’s silent auction. Until last year when a quilter won a huge basket of fat quarters I didn’t even know they had an auction associated with the Fair. I put my name down for three different bundles of fat quarters and a set of five (or maybe six) John Grisham hard cover books. Pat added his name to a set of Chinese bowls.

There isn’t much to see at the Fair but we wandered through the barn. Lots of goats and sheep, a few piglets, rabbits and chickens. They had a large pen of baby chicks and ducks – took me right back to the Brooder House and learning my Roman numerals!

We chatted with a lot of friends but didn’t buy much. Pat bought a container of mushrooms and I bought a jar of Quince Jelly. On the way back to the truck we walked through the Silent Auction one more time – all of our bids were safe!

I’m going to cross stitch for the rest of the day.