Bull Moose

Walked out of the front door yesterday to find a stout fella staring at me from the bushes. He stood and admired the neighbor's H3 for awhile. The sled dogs just stared back from atop their houses. Old pros regarding each other.

Not in too much of a hurry, he eventually decided to move on. Likely he hasn't eaten this week. The big fella trundled off, issuing short grunts to no one every few seconds. After he left, I went over and checked out his path - well worn. We'll probably see more of him and others like him this fall.