This morning Ma Pocock bought a hand pump air horn to scare bears away.So, not ten minutes ago I hear Ma storm onto the front deck, clapping her hands, yelling, "You get out of here. Go on!".
I figure it's the deer eating her garden plants again, so I keep on typing.
She comes inside the house and tells me it was only a young bear. It was 20 feet from the house near the two cats, Silly and Smokey. That's just too close for the bear to be to cats, I suppose.
"Why didn't you use the air horn?", I ask.
"I don't want the bear to become accustomed to the horn", she replies.
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