Yesterday morning, Michelle and I lingered over our morning mug up, chatting about plans for a new fire pit on the beach and enjoying the sunlight streaming in through the front windows. From my seat, I had a clear view of the dooryard through the window behind Michelle. Suddenly, into that view loomed a big, furry battleship of an object.
“Uh,” I observed cleverly, “there’s a moose!”
Sure ‘nough. A big cow moose, with a large, leggy calf in tow, began to browse on the birch suckers in the dooryard.
Spice checks out Mama Moose, who is checking her out in turn.