Before Bryan and I moved, I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen a moose in the wild. With the mountains covered with snow, the moose have come down much lower to find food. Now I can't even keep track with how many of these creatures I have seen in the past week. One morning when I let Ivy out, she starting barking like crazy and a baby moose popped his head out of the alcove beyond our back deck. Scared the living daylights out of me!
On Valentine's Day, this guy went through our yard, into the neighbor's yard, and proceeded to much on a bush. Bryan saw it as he was leaving for work and called to tell me to run outside. I threw on my down coat over my polka dot pajamas and grabbed my camera. So cool. I don't think I will ever get tired of seeing a moose walking past my car or on my font yard.
I hope you all are having a good day. It's good to be back in the blog world!