Plerpule

Our local bear pays one last visit before winter comes and he has to hibernate until spring.

He's named Plerpule, by the girls, because he leaves purple poos on the tracks around here and on our back lawn.

Is there any fruit in this tree? All I can smell are the nuts stored away by the squirrel.

OK, how do I open this silly little gate? Eric should have built this gate with a latch that can be operated from both sides by someone with paws as big as mine!