Letting it Flow

Well, when I bought a trashcan with a snug lid to keep the raccoons from feasting on our back deck I apparently forgot to consider bears, who obviously could care less about snap-tight lids.  Anyway, look past my daughter’s random marker art on the glass doors and enjoy my wife’s video and narration of our Thursday morning visitor.  According to my wife (the family’s new resident black bear expert who gave me the play-by-play over the phone), this was most likely a “teenage bear.”