Munching Moose

Over the past couple of days, we've had some warm, windy weather here in Homer. Gone went the jackets, winter boots and toques (hats for you Americans) and on went the Gortex.

On Thursday night, it got so windy that the exhaust from the oil heater in the garage was being pushed back inside. Milton sleeps in the garage by the heater and we couldn't very well put out there, so we kept him inside.

We took off his collar so we wouldn't hear its clink as he did his nightly patrols and closed our bedroom door so that his patrol didn't include checking to see if we're still alive by poking us with his nose until he received confirmation.

When the midrange, rapid barking started at 3:30 in the morning, I had a pretty good idea what Milton was trying to say (thanks to Stanley Coren's book, How to Speak Dog).

"People wake up! There is a possible problem here! Something is coming into our area!”

Hunter stumbled out of bed to see what the dog wanted and spotted two big moose munching on the plants right under our front windows. I got out of bed and there they were, leaning on our windows while they ate. I've never been so close to a moose before.

Milton sat behind us, satisfied with a job well done and the three of us watched until the moose disappeared into the trees after eating their fill. Sadly, it was too dark to get a photo.

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