Living with Bears, is Bears Living with Us, actually.
This past year our trail cameras showed us 6 healthy, very wild bears; in their forest, which we call ours, since we pay the property taxes. We do our change of perspective thing, as appropriate coexistence is the goal. Our wilderness neighbors have decided we are Mostly Harmless as we have learned to behave ourselves in their wilderness home.
One of the things that the system urges us to do, in the habit of sustainability, is to compost our non-meat food scraps. Those who live on county roads have trash pickup, we donโt. We haul everything to the town recycling center/dump. Our part of California has rules that anything that can be composted, must be. This is all excellent. And then there are Bears.
For years we got away with wonderful homemade worm bins, in the barn. Eventually the Bears got curious and tore them apart. We plan to rebuild them, as worm bins are amazing. We can also compost shredded home and office paper in them. We all get too much paper, and feeding it all to worms is pretty awesome.
We went with various bins again, and, as we had always wanted, a tumbling one. Bear comments on it, regularly rolling it down a steep slope until it stops at the deer fence. Yes, we have her on camera rocking it till it rolls. Back to the drawing board.
Years ago we did a compost thing by digging a hole and putting our vegetable scraps in it. The wild ones taught us that a liberal application of something spicy made their noses wrinkle up from the powerful smell. Now that the rainy season is about over, we are dousing the bins with the hottest hot sauce we could find at the grocers. So far so good. Stay Tuned!
Weโve this lovely fruitful French Prune tree in the garden, which generations of Bears keep a close eye on for when the fruit is perfectly ripe. This wonderful tree is splinted, bandaged and supported in many places, where Bears have easily climbed to harvest the sweet fruit. The same with โourโ apple and pear trees. Opossums consider that weโve grown grapes just for them, and Ravens almost always beat us to the cherries. Deer insist that our garden is a deluxe salad bar, but that is another story, for another day.
Did I mention that we planted an extra French Prune tree, just for the Bears?
Best wishes and lots of fun to you!
Kitty & Creek