Despite being chased away by our three dogs at 9:30, the bear was back at ten, pounding the empty seed can, exploring where the turkeys had been, wandering across the yard to knock over the chickens' water cans and scratch the shed door in frustration (he opened it the other night), sniffing at the composter (apparently bear-proof), and otherwise owning the yard. Paul tiptoed downstairs and turned the light on, to see a head "ten times the size of Alex's" staring in at him. Now we think this is a second bear. The camera goes back up tonight.
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