No sooner did I leave a comment on someone else's blog, saying that seeing a moose around here nowadays is hardly a reason to pull out the camera anymore, than I saw this young feller as I was walking home after Everett drove past.
Mind you, I'm not completely full of baloney, because I already had my camera out and slung by a string around my wrist. Figured I might as well take a picture.
The dogs didn't notice him, and I hurried quietly past, thinking of the stories I've heard about people being chased by moose in the fall, and how even if there was a tree within reachable distance I likely couldn't climb it anyway.
He stood still and watched me for a few moments before turning and disappearing into the bush.
|Disturbed from his willow-munching.|