Newcomers to the neighbourhood

On the left, a gravel trail with grass and bushes alongside. A river runs beside it, with a small bridge visible off in the distance, and bright sunshine over the trees on the far side.

We often go for walks along a gravel trail next to a river (see above) just a few steps from our apartment building. As we head to the mall along that trail, we sometimes stop to chat with neighbours — as we would from a backyard if we had one.

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There’s one new neighbour we haven’t run into yet.

Notice reading "Notice to all owners and residents: Black Bear Sightings: Dear Residents, Please be advised there have been black bear sightings on the property. It was also reported that a bear was knocking on the window of a strata lot at [redacted]. Residents are to be cautious of their surroundings and are asked not to feed wildlife, including bears. Thank you for your attention and cooperation."Notice reading “Notice to All Owners and Residents: Black Bear Sightings: Further to our notice dated November 21, 2022, please be advised there was another black bear sighting on the property. It was reported that a bear came very close to the security office. Residents are to be cautious of their surroundings and are asked not to feed wildlife, including bears. Thank you for your attention and cooperation."

According to one of the security guards, when #NorthVanBruin got up on its hind legs to bang on the apartment window, it was so startled by its own reflection, it ran off. A week later, the guards who took the photos above from inside their small curbside office persuaded the mild-mannered bear (likely the same one) to leave merely by telling it to “Shoo!”

It was probably just foraging for a last meal before hibernating. Why not check out a security office for goodies? Maybe #NorthVanBruin got a whiff of a guard’s graveyard-shift snack when it showed up at 3:09 am? Not much else on offer at that hour.

Our other new neighbour is a grandfatherly enigma. We often encounter an elderly gentleman pushing a stroller along the river trail. Whenever we run into him, rain or shine, hot or cold, the stroller’s hood is always pulled all the way forward. A heavy blanket is draped over the stroller’s occupant (the part we can see), and a plastic cover when it’s raining. We’ve never seen or heard the baby — if there is one. No crying, gurgling, or fussing from underneath that blanket. No little foot poking out from an overlooked chink in the wrapping.

We’ve seen Stroller Gentleman sitting on a bench, stroller parked next to him, looking intently at his phone. His eyes never meet ours, and we’ve never seen him stop to talk with anyone.

But then why walk an empty stroller? Maybe it’s his grocery cart? Or it keeps him steady on the gravel trail?

Or maybe the baby is sound asleep every time we pass him, at different times of day, in all weathers? I’ve never known a baby that sleeps that much. Mine certainly didn’t.

I may never find out. It’s driving me crazy.

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