Last night we were visited by a bear.
This morning I (Bryan) went out to check on the chickens and found part of the enclosure trampled down:
|West side of the enclosure.|
I suspected bear, but wasn't sure. So I summoned Ceredwyn, who used her tracking skills to identify this print in the mud:
Bears live across the lane from us. They usually ignore us, but last night one must have thought our chickens looked extra-tasty.
The birds were fine. The bear didn't get through their closed door, at least not before Hestia charged. Good doggie.