Just before daybreak the other morning, I awoke to find Cathy, peeking out the bedroom window. "Psst! Look! There's a bear in our yard!" she whispered. "He's after our trash again!" I jumped up and took a look at the "ursus americanus" myself. The bear had toppled a trash can to its side, and, like a trained circus animal, was rolling it with his nose, across the lawn! "Hey, you clown! Leave our trash alone!", I shouted. I don't think bears understand English -- but he got the point. Instantly, he dropped his trash recycling project, whirled around, and lumbered into the woods. The lid stayed on, the trash stayed in the can, and I stayed in a good mood. "Good save!", I said to Cathy, grinning. Later that morning, while dragging our trash cans to temporary sanctuary inside the garage, I thought about that bear. He came looking for garbage -- and he found it! The hummingbirds show up at our house too, but they're not inter...