This morning we looked out our bedroom window and saw a moose. Moose are not uncommon here, but they generally don’t come quite this close to town, so it was quite exciting.
But he got a bit bold and just after he took this shot, the moose charged him and he had to run and jump over a fence; adrenaline is amazing. The moose could have stepped over it without effort, but he didn’t bother.
While all of this was going on, I was instructing the little ones, “Children, if you see a moose in the yard, you must come inside immediately. Moose can be very dangerous.”
“Do they bite?”
“No, a moose wouldn’t bite, but it could kick you and hurt you very badly.”
“But I can run very fast, and C. can run very fast, but E. has little legs and he can only run slow.”
“That’s okay, you can pick E. up or hold his hand and you can all come up to the house.”
“Can we go see the moose now?”
“No, we can only look at it from the house. Remember, moose are dangerous.”
“Okay, can we go outside now?”
“No, remember, we can’t go outside to play until Daddy tells you that the moose has gone away.”
I am happy to report that the moose is now gone and the two cows that were going to be dispatched and sent to the meat locker got a weekend reprieve since they were so nervous about the moose that they broke through the fence and are now in our neighbor’s pasture. All of the ambitious plans we had for the morning will now be postponed while Russ retrieves the cows and repairs the fence.
Oh well, I always have mountains of laundry to fold.
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