Today as Trent was leaving the house, something in the backyard caught his eye. A dirt pile? No, we still have a foot and a half of snow out there. It was a moose. A very large she-moose bedded down in the garden.
Trent sent me a message letting me know that she was there. I warned the girls to keep an eye out as they went home. Really, I thought she would have moved on. But, nope. She was still in the garden, now sitting in the shade of the trees.
"Molly" must have gotten the munchies because eventually, after many visitors came to look, she began to graze upon the smorgasbord of vegetation available to her. She enjoyed the quakies and stretched her neck to reach the tips of the higher branches. Then she moseyed on over to the lilacs where she munched much on the tender low branches. Then she chewed on the fragrant limbs of the pine trees.
It was back to the quakies before she bedded down again, this time in the middle of the yard, to clean up after such a big meal. She rested there until time to enjoy some rich apple twigs, just before heading out for the evening.
Come again Molly Moose. We'd love to have you visit another day. Just don't come angry. No one likes an angry moose.
P.S. We don't allow "Peeping Toms" in this neighborhood. Keep moving!!!
Life is Good.
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