Last night at midnight we heard voices at the road. Andy got up and saw a pick-up truck with one headlight in our driveway and upon investigation (he got dressed and drove down to the road) learned a moose had been struck and killed on the Cabot Trail very close to our house. This morning I went down to have a look and there on the side of the road was our constant Fall visitor, an orphaned female calf, who one day ate too many fermented fallen apples and became known to us as the drunken moose. (The photo shows her legs as I found them, complete with Tim Horton's cup.) Click on Andy's blog for details and a link to a video on You Tube of the silly dance the moose did one rainy day.
1 comments:
What a shame - and so sad that it was one you had a connection to!
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