Last night about 10:30 I heard a familiar scratching at our window bird feeder. The bird feeder is part of the kitchen window and sticks out into the house. It makes a good cat perch and when the birds are feeding it makes for great kitty TV.

Maggie was a bit annoyed that I intrupted her nap by clicking the camera at her. There are two doves in the box but we've seen as many as fourteen goldfinch squeezed together. Titmice, chickadees, downy woodpeckers, cardinals, blue jays, nuthatch - everyone takes a turn. Last night someone else wanted a turn.

Phil looked out the window. It was Larry with his paw in the bird feeder window scooping what was left of the days sunflower seed. If you are measuring from the outside the feeder is more than 6 foot off the ground. But wait...

A baby bear...

Two baby bears!
It was very exciting (as long as they were out there and I was inside) to see them together. I ran for my camera but it was hard to get a good shot with the low light and the bears moving around. We thought at first that Larry had turned out to be a female but I don't remember seeing tags on the mother bear's ears. I think Larry has a red tag.
I wanted to go out on the deck to get a better picture but it's too dangerous when it comes to a mother who is protecting her cubs. A case personal of discretion being the better part of valor. Phil seconded the motion we stay inside.
The feeder is empty and the pole feeder is in the house tonight...but I'll be listening just in case.
"The better part of valour is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life." As said by Falstaff in Shakespeare's Henry IV. It may have been cowardice on the battlefield in the case of Falstaff but I still approve, especially when it comes to bears.