They’re still in hibernation, but once awake, it’s likely I’m going to have to deal with a problem bear. Last October, a large bear decided that the chicken pen held good stuff, and was a marauder several nights in a row before cold weather sent him sleeping. We’ve lived in ‘the woods’ now for close to 20 years, and although bears are quite numerous here, they are, for the most part, seldom a problem. But once they decide to risk entering the chicken pen, or raiding the garden, there’s no stopping them. It’s like they’re on crack – one hit and they’re addicted. They simply cannot be dissuaded – trap and relocate, shooting them with rubber bullets, scaring them with bear bangers; we’ve tried them all. In the end, there’s only one solution – too bad for the bear.