“well-worn paths”


I went out to plant the last two rows of garlic. The air was clean with rain but there was a faint musky scent as I tucked in the garlic cloves, raked soil over the trenches lined with alfalfa pellets. A faint smell I half recognized. I wrote the cultivar on the wooden stick, Red Russian, and then I stood up. I was mentally tallying the varieties I’ve planted this year — Red Russian, Metechi, Siberian, Duganski, Bogatyr–and then I looked to my left.


So that’s what the smell was, the lingering odour of the bear who busted the gate to get into the garden. Last night, while we were sleeping, arriving in moonlight to see what it could see. The bear raked off the boards with its claws and clambered through the opening. It didn’t touch the cabbages, waiting for a frost to sweeten them, or the broccoli plants, or anything else that I could see. A look around, then out again the way it had come in.

Home ranges are usually made
up of several feeding areas connected by travel routes.

Our wooded acres are definitely part of the home range of several generations of bears who come every year, predictable as moonrise, as sunset, as seasonal change. In spring we see them mostly up the mountain behind us, have encountered them on the trail as they knock over big rocks for the succulent insects beneath. Their scats are green with new grass. In summer, they are mostly passing through, a mother with cubs, who will remember the terrain their mother shows them and who will return in later years with cubs of their own. And the scats will be darker, flecked with the seeds of early ripening huckleberries and salmonberries. Paying attention to what the bears are eating is a good strategy for knowing where they are.

To conserve energy, black bears seek out concentrated food sources
such as spawning fish and dense berry patches, an
important thing to remember when you are in the
backcountry. The habitats they use are as varied as the
food they eat – forests, wetlands, subalpine meadows,
avalanche chutes, riparian habitats, and beaches.

The concentrated food sources might also be the grape vines hanging over a summer table, a crabapple tree brought by a grandmother 40 years ago,


pots of tomatoes under the eaves on a second storey deck. A few weeks ago I was reading in bed and I heard bumping on the deck off my bedroom. Turning on the outside lights, I was just in time to see one of this year’s cubs hightailing it down the stairs where its mum was no doubt waiting. I think it had come for the R. canina hips right by my window, the same ones the squirrels and raccoons have been feasting on.

Another interesting habit of bears is the way they
make and use trails. Often they will step in the same
footprints of other bears, thus creating well-worn
paths that they use year after year. Footprints, scats,
rubbing trees, and ripped-up logs are all signs of
black bears.

We’re on their map and they’re on ours, making use of the same trails, their footprints, ours, imprinted in the earth.

*the quoted passages are from https://www.env.gov.bc.ca/wld/documents/blackbear.pdf

6 thoughts on ““well-worn paths””

      1. I saw bears this week…in containment on Grandfather Mountain. My uncle is having a bear get into his garbage. This is serious. He is old and isolated. I hope he has corrected the issue.

  1. I just left the farmer’s market with bags of veg and apples, put them in my bicycle basket, and a black squirrel jumped up on my bike seat and leapt into the basket. I admonished and shouted but it just stared at me and wouldn’t leave, I had to whap it with my bag to force it off my bike. Not a bear, but city bold, like the raccoons. You are very brave with your bear encounters. A bit bigger than bold squirrels.

    1. Mostly the bears race away, though sometimes they don’t…I’ve never had a squirrel in my groceries though once a weasel got in the house and raced (they are fast!) up and down the bookshelves in my study.

  2. Yum, garlic. I love the sound of all those varieties!
    Did you happen to see the article in the weekend Globe and Mail (or on Twitter) about the wildlife officer who disobeyed the order many years ago to kill the pair of black bear cubs out your way? So many interesting issues raised.

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