Which means Sparrow got the hug she’s been craving plus a pack of Trident gum.
Which means we had elk burgers on the grill as a welcome-home meal. (Yes, that’s Hellman’s mayo amongst an otherwise organic, home-raised meal. This household has no shame when it comes to mayonnaise. We praise the ‘naise, friends. Deal with it.)
Which means the pigs breathed a sigh of relief. Since my last bear-related post, the fence has needed repair three times. The bear tore the panels right off the t-posts two nights running and actually snapped a few of the panel joints last night. No more pigs were harmed but I’m pretty sure the hair on their chinny-chin-chins is growing grayer by the minute. Well gray-no-more, you snorting little scrap mongers! Andy’s got you shrouded in the protective cloak of his huntsman ways with a snare, a culvert trap and until its too dark to see, a shotgun.
I think it’s safe to say everyone’s glad he’s back. Everyone but the bear.