Bear attack #2

What a peaceful morning it was, until we heard the rumbling up at the chicken coop. A bear! Nicole shouted. The adrenalin kicked-in instantly and we both were up like firefighters after the alarm came in. There he was, cracking the lock of the foodbox, bending back the metal sheets and opening up the lid, only to grab a 20kg bag of chickenfood with his snout. Swinging the bag out of the box like it was full of air. But it was a lazy one. He only draged the bag a couple of feet away, before he started munching the crumbles. Equiped with lids and ladles, we approached the door and started the countdown. Screaming and ratteling we stormed out of the house and scared him off the property. At the same time, a moose calf was grassing beneath the house and was suddenly interrupted by our rampage, running off into the woods as well. Sorry, we did not mean to!