“Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!” springs to mind when I read our state’s bear population is spreading; there have been recent sightings as far south as, gulp, South Haven.
I have long walked the woods, dunes and shores assured that our wildlife “regulars”—Gert the White Goose, Samson the Ox-Bow Turtle and Chester the One-Footed Seagull—were benign protectors. Seagulls, turtles and geese, oh my! It doesn’t hurt that we feed them. When Chester didn’t show up last summer at Oval Beach, I feared something bad was afoot. (More evil than this pun, even.)
Does the bird flu mean Chester flies no more? No one messes with Samson or Gert on the waterfront, but do bears now sit in our forest? The ones that allegedly play football in Chicago aren’t very threatening, but what’s brewin’ with bruins storming in from the north?
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