We know there have been moose in the yard again this winter - it IS Alaska, after all - but we hadn't often seen the actual critters, mostly just the hoof prints and other... signs... that they'd been hanging around. Moya found these two moose over the past couple days, though, so we were able to get some good pictures of them.
This youngster was coming up the embankment from the lake and munching his way towards the patio. It's a wonder any of our rose bushes survive from year to year. He had a lovely mane, so thick and full.
He's about 12 feet away from James at this point, and James was standing at the back door when he took this picture. The barbecue grill is between them, but that's still really close to be to a moose.
Poor James spent a sleepless night listening to him stamp around outside his bedroom window. There are no rose bushes on that side of the house so who knows what Little Bullwinkle was eating over there, but he found something to keep his interest until about 3:00 in the morning.
And then there was this older moosie today, in the strip of woods between our house and the next lot.
In other news, James will be home for another week before heading back to college. He's been a tremendous help to me in doing a lot of prep work for my sewing. I've got more work than I can keep up with, so having him take some of the first steps of the process off my to-do list has been important.
The dogs are all doing well, including Tate the Infinitely Prolonged. Tate went to the vet yesterday for her shots so she can go to the kennel with Belle and Moya while Jim and I make a long day of shopping in The Big City in the next few days. Tate is now 13 years and 10 months old. That's way old for any dog, much less a boxer mix.
I guess that's all I have to report for now. See you later!