Last week I went searching for evidence of Florida black bears down along our coast.  They are shy creatures, generally night-dwelling.  I always watch for them, though, and as the poet Mary Oliver says “…everywhere I look on the scratchy hillsides, shadows seem to grow shoulders.”   I walked in places I know they forage and walk.  I found acorns they hadn’t yet eaten on the side of the road.         I saw scat they had left in the … Continue