When I get up in the middle of the night, I look out the windows. I’m looking for the bear. Before we built the deer fence around our place I often saw deer in the yard at night, and sometimes a cow or a bull or an elk. The fence stopped those nocturnal visits, but the fence doesn’t stop the bear. We know that he’s been there because of the piles of manure that he’s left. He comes to raid our orchard. He loves the plums and the apples, and he left evidence of his presence right in our back yard.