Clemmie and I had an Elmer Fudd moment this morning.
We had just commenced our usual morning constitutional - it was snowing heavily with about three new inches on the ground. Clemmie pulled me across the cul de sac and then immediately buried her nose in some moose tracks. Our cul de sac is smack dab in the middle of a moose superhighway and Clemmie is always sniffing out tracks. So, nothing unusual this morning. Anyhoo, Clemmie was nose down following the tracks and I was right behind her looking at the tracks doing my Elmer Fudd-Indian Scout thing - the tracks indicated just one moose - a large adult. Then I thought, "Gee, it's snowing hard. Those tracks must be fresh." Right then both Clem and I looked up, and Bonk! There was our very large moose just five feet away looking at the two of us like we were total idiots. Which was an amazingly perceptive assesment.
Clem and I beat a controlled but hasty retreat. Fortunately, our moose was a mature, city-wise, mellow moose and just continued to chomp on the tree. Given all our moose misadventures, it's amazing that Clem and I are still around.
 And here's our morning moose. Since it was morning in Alaska in the winter, it was dark. Hence the poorly lit moose.
9:30:17 PM 
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