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May 7, 2007 at 9:58 AM

A bear ate all my pigeons, just now, while I was practicing.

Thanks, bear.

From Elizabeth Smith
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 11:29 AM

Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry!

From Tom Holzman
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 12:39 PM

Yikes!

From Gabriel Kastelle
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 2:23 PM

!!??*()$^@ That stinks!! I thought bears were smarter than that! Sorry...

From Armand Allégre
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 3:47 PM

Sometimes you're the statue,
Sometimes you're the pigeon.
Sometimes you're the bear.
:(

From Tom Holzman
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 4:33 PM

How did the bear manage to get more than one at a time? I would think the others would fly away.

From Linda Lerskier
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 6:34 PM

Are you sure it wasn't my moose?

From Patricia Baser
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 8:23 PM

Well that tops seeing a turkey vulture on the way home from school (maybe it was going to clean up the squished armadillo that I've been passing for 2 days).

From Laurie Niles
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 8:36 PM

Nature's red in tooth and claw. Yikes.

From Emily Grossman
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 5:39 PM

It basically ripped a hole in the side of the coop and took its time. Only one of them could find a way out in the dark. Pigeons can't fly much in the dark.

I heard the boards splintering and the thrashing chicken wire, but my washing machine got off balance about the same time. I figured it was the laundry, or the boys upstairs, who were watching a movie real loud to counter my practicing.

I wish I'd figured it out. They were racing pigeons from a lineage that worked here in Alaska during World War II. They'd been passed through several hands, including artist Boyd Shaffer, who taught Bob Ross. Big, beautiful, irreplacable birds.

From Emily Grossman
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 9:14 PM

Linda, your moose was seen last night over at Craig's, running through the yard in terror.

From Jim W. Miller
Posted on May 7, 2007 at 10:00 PM

The bear should be put on trial and if found guilty he shouls spend the rest of his life in prison. But then I tend to anthropomorphise animals, so maybe not.

From Yixi Zhang
Posted on May 8, 2007 at 2:16 AM

Oh Emily, I'm so sorry for what happened! I like birds way more than bears -- no teddies in China when I grew up so don't see the point of bear-cuteness. But I've got to say this sounds like a very hungrey and smart bear. Hmmm, still don't like bears!

From Linda Lerskier
Posted on May 8, 2007 at 2:06 PM

My moose can take any bear any day.

From Sydney M.
Posted on May 8, 2007 at 9:22 PM

That's too bad about the pigeons, but I really wish I had a bear.

From Sydney M.
Posted on May 8, 2007 at 9:22 PM

Well, not HAD, but you know.

From Luis Dias
Posted on May 8, 2007 at 9:38 PM

Hi Emily,
I am sorry for your loss. These pigeons were your pets and obviously dear to you.
I have been reading quite a lot about bear encounters with humans in the U.S. I also watched an Oprah episode about this. Could it be that their habitat is being eroded? I hope some humane solution to this dilemma is found.
Best wishes,
Luis

From Gabriel Kastelle
Posted on May 9, 2007 at 2:22 AM

Wacky, undated Alaska grizzly bear notice, if you scroll to the May 3 entry of this 'blog' / idea web... Still stinks...

From Gabriel Kastelle
Posted on May 9, 2007 at 2:37 AM

Sorry-- nothing there-- do comments not accept html?

From Emily Grossman
Posted on May 9, 2007 at 2:45 AM

Luis, bears are a hot topic around here. It is difficult for me to be convinced that habitat erosion is the culprit when I think of the percentage of the Kenai peninsula that is developed compared to the percentage that still remains untouched.

Gabriel, I'm not sure what happened. You could tell me where the website is, and I'd go take a look.

From Roelof Bijkerk
Posted on May 12, 2007 at 5:46 AM

Gheeze, you might try buying a type writer in case you miss that pecking noise. If you spend a lot of time at the keyboard I would understand....

Further more, I told what's his name (hint hint: the one who you're not supposed to know what his name is) to stay out of that cave and not rile up that big hairy animal!

If you have any pictures of yourself growing old behind the typer writer trying to sooth yourself with artificial, inorganic and counterfeit pecking please send it to me, and I will let Johnny (heh oops you weren't supposed to know that)...

I will show him what his shananigans lead to

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