We were on our way home from Spokane Monday night when I saw a large, dark shape run in front of the car ahead of us. The next moment I saw it go up into the air and then off the road. The car slowed to a stop and we pulled over behind it. Whatever had been hit, was a large animal…we thought it was most likely a moose. The driver was not injured, thanks to the airbag in her car, but her windshield was completely crushed from the impact. She was covered with small bits of glass and had many tiny cuts, but no large ones. […]
We put her in our car and covered her with a sleeping bag we always carry in the winter. Noah called 911 and before long a sheriff and ambulance arrived. The sheriff checked and found a moose, as we suspected. Needless to say, we were very thankful that the driver was not injured and that we were not involved in the accident.
Not nearly as dramatic, but a bit startling, this morning Russ and I were running and I saw a small animal on the side of the road. It was dark, but I could see that it had a fluffy tail, it turned slightly and I suddenly saw a white stripe down its back. I grabbed Russ’ arm, whispered, “Skunk!” and pulled him to a stop. We slowly backed away until the skunk headed in a different direction. Even then we walked slowly, until we couldn’t see it any longer, before we began running again.
Running in the dark is always an adventure. One morning last week I nearly stepped on a pheasant in our pasture that flew up in front of me. I screeched and grabbed Russ, who laughed. I didn’t even see the pheasant! The next day I let Russ lead the way down the path with his headlamp shining before us.
I still get nervous when I think of the moose who spent a day in our pasture a couple of years ago. You can see it in the picture above.
I love living out of town, but sometimes it pushes me past my comfort level.
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