I am SO taking this Moose Song down to the local “pub” that has a moose head hanging over the (unneeded) fireplace. One of the high points of the evening is when the current troubadour cajoles a tourist to “kiss the moose.” I can see the locals learning this song to heighten the humiliation.
enipla your pics are amazing. Thanks. Wish I was snowshoeing around them parts. Curl up with a copy of Jack Douglas’ Shut Up and Eat Your Snowshoes and count yourselves lucky.
Only things we get in our backyard are foxes, cats and hedgehogs. I would love to see a moose up close, I got close to smaller types of deers up in the mountains (Moose are a type of Deer), but never a moose.