For those of you who read the last post know that I set out my trail cams to try and catch photographs of the new bear cub that is wandering in the trees surrounding our house. Mama and cub come around daily.
So, I put two trail cameras out somewhere in the 10 acre spread then promptly forgot WHERE I set them up.
TWO DAYS PEOPLE!!! TWO!! But, I was able to locate both camera.
The first camera the battery died the same day it went out. It had ZIP, ZERO, NADDA in photos. Nothing!
The second camera I did not clear enough of the brush around it, so every shadow sunrise and sunset, every twig that moved made the camera snap away happily. I now have 546 shots of THIS!!!
I mean, it’s a cool log and all but 546 shots worth? Naaaaaaaaaa
Rosie, you are right I am the Lucille Ball of Sandpoint. Loosing the cameras and the fact that I talk to myself all the time!! If anyone were to happen upon Bear and I during our hikes they would wonder if I had escaped from the loony bin! I talk to my (late) Mom. I tell her (OUT LOUD mind you) about what my kids are up to. What Alice is doing. How my day went. I tell her about comments left here. Pretty much like I used to do all the time. Except of course it’s in the middle of the trees and I’m alone. I suppose if someone asked I would tell them I was talking to the dog.