Yesterday we were very proud of ourselves. We had finished nailing down the tin roof on the woodshed, and made a grocery run, tiedied up assorted affairs, and were relaxing indoors. At dusk along came a pair of moose to snuffle around the garden. It was mommy and offspring. Let's call this one Junior:
Junior is almost as big as my faithful tractor. Mommy is larger:
I wonder if one could domesticate moose, the way the Lapps do with reindeer. One could have a two-moosepower tractor, and it might be easier than keeping horses in winter. When the gas runs out, it's something to consider.