Bears?

Bears?

Something’s been drinking our hummingbird feeder dry at night. Last night I stepped on the back porch and must have scared something – the feeder was swinging wildly – bear? Raccoon? I don’t know how a raccoon could have climbed up the shepherd’s crook without knocking it over – the crook’s supports aren’t that strong. And a friend of ours in W. Virginia has to take her feeders in at night because of bears. Could it really be a bear here in Sutton?