I hear a noise in our (attached) garage and think the racoons may be back. We neglected to close the door when it grew dark. I open the door and stick my head out. Three feet from me is a HUGE BEAR laying on his belly munching on the garbage. He had tipped over the can and was going to town. After some screaming on my part, and laughing on the bear's part, he departed from my garage. I run to our back window in time to see him go THROUGH the chicken run fence and start banging on the coop window. What the....?
We have never had a bear problem. Bears in the area, sure. In our fruit trees right before we pick in fall, occasionally, but never trying to get into the coop! Never! Always racoons. We keep Fort Knox of coops and food because of those coons.
So, I fired off a few rounds and he took off. But whew, was my heart pumping!
