Saturday, November 13, 2010

Moose anyone ?


We woke to rain not snow...yuck
But we also woke to Mrs Moose, Baby moose and Mr Moose in the front garden...caution and daylight or lack of limited the photos ..but here is Mr Moose following his lady love down the road.

10 comments:

  1. Isn't blogland wonderful? First I find a blue-tongued lizard visiting the home of Accept All Offerings, and now a moose or two visiting you. Nothing so exciting has visited me today!

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  2. Amazing! We don't get anything bigger than the neighbours' cat in our garden.

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  3. We sometimes wake up to a herd of deer in our garden, but NEVER moose! Those things are huge! Do you ever get bears that close to your home?

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  4. Moose wander through town and around about here, mainly in the Winter when the snow brings them into town. Crab apple trees in gardens become irresistible.
    They are huge and hop over high fences with ease. You can run from a moose and it's often the best idea as they will usually give up the chase.
    There are bears in town Jodi but they tend to be very discreet or they don't live long.

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  5. photos Jodi courtesy the local paper
    http://www.adn.com/2010/08/14/1410005/black-bears-visit-faltz-nursery.html#id=1410000&view=large_view

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  6. How wonderful. There's a moose loose etc...

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  7. My girls want to move country now. Snow, moose, snow, wolves. Please don't tell me you have polar bears as well. They are a bit worried about how the moose would react to our dog, so I'm not calling international movers yet.

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  8. 3 Moosketeers anyone...Colleen ? (sorry..I couldn't help myself but I rather think I should have)

    Cheryl if a polar bear comes calling..I'm calling international movers !!!!!!

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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)