Yes, it does.
It's both thrilling and terrifying living at the edge of the woods. At night, there are spooky howls and chirps and twig-snappings: predators afoot in the forest. Last night I heard a new unfamiliar sound and went to investigate at the window. I saw the boys (the rams) all standing in an alert group facing the back fence. It was just dusk, and I could follow their gaze and spotted a bear by the back fence. Or was it inside the fence? I watched, along with the rams, until it was too dark to make out anything but their white wool. I assumed the bear ambled on.
This morning, Gene and I walked along the fence, shovels in hand (just in case) and checked for evidence. There's a well-worn bear path along the north side.
This fresh scat looks like the bear was into some berries, unlike the first picture (also fresh) that indicated an apple meal from our neighbor's orchard. Hey, perhaps there might be some lucrative promise to a new career: investigative scat photographer.
The fence looked undisturbed all around, but I may have spotted the bear running up the hill, as it saw us poking around. Hope he/she stays away tonight!