The Bear Song… sounds like some esteemed piece of classic literature in the vein of John Muir meets EB White. You can look these names up later. While "The Bear Song" isnt classic literature, it is a hoot. Before you partake in this quirky exposition of all things Ursa Major, allow me a quick update. Mr Bear comes by my humble abode about once a week and pokes his nose in my Waste Pro container. There is no rhyme or reason to the frequency of his appearance, nor is there food residue on any one given day of the week which seems to attract him. Best I can tell Mr Bear must make some semi - regular rounds at an uncertain interval. He must have a route plotted out as he scopes out "the hood" and sniffs for eats. I imagine he says in his beady little bear mind, "Hmm, Lets see if this guy has anything to eat, been a while since I stopped by here, last time no dice, but maybe Ive been missing something good". Im not sure that’s the way it goes in Mr Bears beady little bear mind, but you get the picture. My neighbors Lee and Stan (not their real names- although this is what I call them much to their consternation) have seen Mr Bear on several occaisons. Lee and Stan stay up later than do I. Im betting they have motion sensor activated outdoor lights, and as Lee and Stan sip their late night martinis, Voila !... Mr Bear is thus illuminated as he steps on the scene. Lee and Stan, best I can tell like bears.