This Sabbath was a lovely day up in the mountains. And during potluck, we had a inquisitive furry visitor. A young black bear with beautiful white markings on his chest. No, he wasn't after my blackberry pie, delicious as it was. (Sorry, no pictures! It got eaten too quickly!) He was after the bird feeder. Our church has wide windows that we keep open during summer Sabbaths so I was able to get some close-up pictures while still being in the relative safety of the church. Needless to say, there were a few times that he was within 6 feet and could have easily jumped into the window had he wanted to. Thankfully, he was more interested in the birdseed, although I'm sure it was hard for him to resist the tempting smells of potluck that were wafting out the open window. We eventually scared him off because he was getting too comfortable being around humans. But even so, he just ambled off and laid down beneath a tree behind the church, no doubt making plans for another approach.