Whip started barking. Whip barks to let me know that someone is here, a car stopped on the highway, there are tractors on my neighbor's property, a deer and her fawn are in the meadow, that pesky ground squirell ran across the lawn. However, I also saw Dunder lay back his ears and slink off toward my bedroom. The cats only do that when someone is at the door. I got up. It was my neighbor Blake. He'd called the state's Department of Natural Resources about extensive bear damage to the corn he'd planted on my land and the DNR might haul out some large 'culvert' style bear traps. I don't like trapping. Bear may scare me when I run across them and they can be destructive to crops but this is where they live. Blake said the DNR lets trapped bear go near a national forest some sixty miles north of here. It would take a couple of months for them to make their way back to our area by which time the crops will be harvested and/or the bear will be looking to go into hibernation. This sounded like a reasonable thing for a government agency to do so I was suspicious. However, why go through the effort of live trapping if the bear wasn't released later? Blake went on to explain the process for him to receive reparation for crop damage requires him contacting the DNR so they can evaluate/mitigate the damages. OK - this all was acceptable to me. I only need to watch that they don't trap Whip.
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