If you hang around this blog long enough, you're going to hear about moose. A moose highway happens to run behind our house, and the skinny-legged twig eaters are constantly zipping past our family room. I knew we had a problem when, a few days after moving into our home, I was unpacking a box in the living room and heard a slow clop clop clop coming from outside. What the Sam Hill? Is someone riding their horse up my driveway? A mother moose and her calf meandered over to the large picture window and shot me the evil eye, then hung out ON THE DECK until they were good and ready to move on. I think they were sending me a message, and it wasn't Welcome to the Neighborhood.
They are so common around here that I honestly don't even think to document most of the moose sightings. If I did, I'd be spending all my days photographing the moose eating our lilac bush or the moose trying to hide behind a skinny birch tree or the moose who gave birth in our yard or the moose napping underneath the girls' swingset. Frankly, they don't impress me. In fact, they annoy me.
The nerve. This rude cow just laid her fat butt right down outside my bedroom window and stayed there for hours. Daisy barked herself hoarse and the twins worked themselves up into a tizzy shouting, "Moose, Mommy! Moose!" Yes, girls, I see the moose. Yay. Isn't this exciting. Woo. Yes, she's taking a nap. WHICH IS WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING.
Dinner last night: Italian sausage soup with cheese tortellini, biscuits