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Laura Out And About

Oh no! We hear another heat wave is coming!

Oh no! We hear another heat wave is coming!

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This is my cat Makia. When I was young I used to watch the Hello Kitty cartoons. I loved her! It's amazing what we manifest without even knowing it! • Laura Stinchfield @ www.thepetpsychic.com

This is my cat Makia. When I was young I used to watch the Hello Kitty cartoons. I loved her! It’s amazing what we manifest without even knowing it! • Laura Stinchfield @ www.thepetpsychic.com

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Laura Out And About

Seamora. Shall I dance?

Seamora. Shall I dance?

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Laura Out And About with Luca

Last year, Luca hated the water. This hot day he surprised himself by loving a refreshing afternoon swim! Thanks @fozzcook for the use of your swim haven! • thepetpsychic.com. • #poodle #wetpoodle #wetdog #swim #play #dog #ojai #doglove

Last year, Luca hated the water.

This hot day he surprised himself by loving a refreshing afternoon swim!

Luca says,

“Hey mom that was not so bad.  I feel good!”

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Ojai Bear Speaks About Bear Killing Incident

bear as a cub four years ago

Bear As A Cub Four Years Ago

I have been curious.  Do the other Ojai bear residents know what happened to the bear downtown?  I know a female East End Bear.  She rubs her back on a telephone pole where I walk.  If you put her fur next to my hair you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.  Both are blonde with reddish highlights and my hair on a windy day is as course as hers.  She has a longer snout and smaller eyes than the downtown bear, but she too is large and docile.  Here she tells me what she knows,

“Over the years there have been many men that come and hunt us.  We know their trucks and the sight of their guns.  They take pride in hunting us with dogs and each year they come back to the same location.  We have had so many new bears move in that it is hard for us all to hide.  I heard about the bear the night it went up the tree.  It made the coyotes restless. They spread the news quickly.  We tried to talk to the bear but he was too scared to hear us.  He was not from this area.  He was lost.  The coyotes say that the people of the town were outraged of the killing of the bear, but they do not understand how many of us die each year to guns in this valley.  We are taught at a young age to smell people with weapons.  There is killing here every fall.  I have had both a sibling and daughter die to a gun.  Lately, the hunters that were camping in the woods left town.  At first we wondered why they left in such a hurry.  We believe they were scared to be spotted by the people here.  There is a man on a ranch not far from where I live that kills many bears each year.  I feel sad for that bear.  I would rather die by a gun in our woods than by a gun in your cement unnatural forest.”

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THE FUNNIEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO THE ALISOS STREET BEAR & HIS DEATH

Ojai Alisos Street Bear

Ojai Alisos Street Bear

the early morning talk

the early morning talk

For the sake of this short article, I have to pick one part of the Ojai Aliso Street Bear Story to share. “Get up and get down there. I don’t care how sick you are. You need to be there.” My Santa Barbara friend lectured, “Nurture others and you in turn will be nurtured,” he continued. “This is like a hostage situation. You tell that bear a joke and ask him if he knows any. Pretend you are not sick and go.” I moaned knowing he was right and then Linda called and said the same. I had been at the site already thanks to Deb Norton & Chris Nottoli, so by 8:30 am I was there a second time. I felt twelve years old trying to convince the spectators that we were not at a zoo and it was actually a wild animal in the tree. Please move back. Then the cops listened as I devised what should be his exit route. Bob (wild life rescue) came with his friends and I finally felt like we were in good hands. When Fish & Game showed up many of us knew the inevitable end in spite of want we wanted to believe. I gasped and was frightened as they loaded their guns before sunset. That bear trusted me. He knew I was there. He found solace in sharing how he ended up in town, his fears of what would happen, and his confusion on where he was and how to get home. He trusted me, but he did not trust the people below him. He knew as I did that his fate would be terrifying. So he napped, he cried and he told me stories. I felt blessed at the amount of people who called me and emailed, but I felt discourage and frustrated that my line of work didn’t put me in charge of making decisions. Who else knew that bear better than I? Why was I given a gift, if it doesn’t pay in times like these? “Back off,” I wanted to scream. “You guys don’t know anything about bear behavior. Turn off the cars and the lights, take down the yellow flapping streams, sit patiently and quietly in your cars, put a garbage truck below him (thank you Tom Farmer) and let him climb into it to get out of the sun, drink some water, eat some garbage and drive him to the mountains.” How simple it could have been.

I knew early on I had to prepare the bear to die. “Just leave your body quickly. Let your spirit follow the pulling sensation. Be courageous. The pain will not last long. It will be ok. Whether I am here or at home, I will be with you. You are not alone. You are loved by many.”

While we waited as the sun rose high in the sky, I asked him, “What was the funniest thing that ever happened to you?” He replied, “When I was a young cub. I had two siblings. They were braver than I. I would be jealous of them because they waded in the streams first, they ate a mountain lion kill before me getting the best parts, and they climbed higher than me in the trees and they scrambled faster up rocks. I always felt a little left behind. Then one day, a mom and five baby skunks walked in a line right in front of us while we were napping. The skunks went under some shrubbery and scurried around making noises. My siblings got down on their bellies and pulled themselves under the shrubs to see what was happening. I stood back nervously watching and then I smelled IT for the very first time. It was a pungent smell and my siblings flipped backwards and screamed noises bears do not usually make. One of them ran in circles around me bumping into trees and the other rolled himself in the dirt whining and scratching at his eyes. The skunks one by one peered out of the shrubs with their cute little innocent faces and I laughed and laughed until my stomach hurt. I will never forget the feeling that being cautious is actually a good quality. I was so thankful it didn’t happen to me.”

We exchanged more stories and after nightfall I felt feverish and my new friend Brent, had to leave the scene. When he said he was going, the loading of the guns flashed in my mind, and I was too frightened and weak mentally to stay there alone. I told myself Fish & Game would back off. I said goodbye to the bear and I told him I would talk to him from a distance. I was not abandoning him, but now I feel like I did. I should have stayed.
At the moment the bear was shot, I had a dream that he fell from the tree. He was telling me it had happened. When I spoke to him later after his body ceased breathing he said, “I was so frightened when they shot at me that I pooped and peed as I climbed. Then my mom was there in spirit and she grabbed hold of me. She told me to let my body fall and to keep my spirit there with her. She held me on a branch and covered my eyes so I could not watch my body descend from the tree. She held me and I felt this enormous amount of love from her and the people of the valley. That love sheltered me until my body died and I was able to rise and be warmed by the love of spirit. I know the people of the valley loved me and that loved helped me. Thank you.”

From my heart, Thank you Deb, Chris, Brent, Suza, Tom, Julie, Sue, and all the others…

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ALISO STREET BEAR, OJAI CALIFORNIA

This is the bear we have all been talking about. This video is so beautiful and touching. Thank you creators of it and Mark for the sculpture!

Do you notice how the bear is licking and yawning? Those are called “calming signals”. They are body language an animal uses to calm themselves & others. This bear was very docile and wise.

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