Last summer I spent a lovely day wandering up the river, taking pictures. I knew there were moose frequenting a pond and I figured I would come across them at supper time if I came up from downstream. If not, there is always something interesting at the river anyway.
Sure enough I ran into several deer. This one was the boss. While the others ran away, she bounded in circles around me, hissing and snorting. She made sure to hit the ground as hard as possible and to claim the highest ground.
I guess she saw me hiding behind a tiny spruce tree.
When I got to the pond, I snuck in very slowly so the moose wouldn’t hear me. Their hearing is 40 times better than a humans. Unfortunately, I nearly walked into a deer standing behind a tree. Cover blown. The whole forest knew where I was then. So I waited a long time, feeding mosquitoes.
It seems the moose weren’t terribly concerned. Silly deer, panicking over nothing. Supper is the main thing, and there is nothing like standing right in the middle of the buffet.
There were two moose, nice chocolatey brown, healthy ones.
Eventually they did get together and have a conversation about me. They decided to go, but they were full anyway.
On the way back, I saw another moose having a snooze on a sand bar.
Oh, I was so stealthy. She saw me, but I could tell she was strangely intrigued.
Well, time to mosey on.
However… Her parting shot was fairly clear.