A slightly scary evening, home alone, just me and my mother-in-law. I hear the snapping of a branch outside.
Glancing over the balcony, I make out the shape of a bear decimating a bean pole beneath our house. By the time I’ve grabbed my phone, hoping to take a photo, it has scarpered down through the tea field.
Now I hear our neighbour’s cockerel crowing up the hill, it too presumably harassed by the hungry nighttime visitors. Dogs bark angrily to chase them away. Tonight’s not a night to venture out.
Last modified: 21 September 2024
